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I caught a 33 cm bream this afternoon.
Nice, good size fish!
I got to obededience club a bit early, decided was too cold and shot home to get a parka to wear, dog didn’t seem worried by the weather. Did the trial class, into clubhouse for quick cuppa coffee then out with a Grade 2 class: instructor told me to do all the calling and that I had to be loud because of the infernal wind..
Well, I let out such a bellow of “Forward” that one or two handlers started and we all had a giggle
This is a very early class but if I was going to pretty take it I wanted to get a couple things learned by the handlers braving the lousy weather to come out and tramp an open wet paddock. Explained dogs have lousy vision, windmilling a hand past their face for a “stand” command wasn’t very useful (handler is really relying on voice alone and if that failed in a trial. . .) so we practised stands on a couple tramps up and down. Made a difference, handlers were giving decent handsignals and the dogs were standing very nicely! Same deal with hand signal for drop which some handlers, even in trials, start with a hand like 3m in the air.
Another cup of coffee, mainly to soothe throat strained by shouting for 45 minutes
Afternoon very dull, low clouds, wind, rain so stayed inside & on-line. Duck in oen for din dins, yum!
Read a bit more of Neal Stephenson’s “Quicksilver” the first volume in a historical trilogy. Like most Neal’s books thick bloody volume
but I do find him compulsive reading except my interest did wane with about 1/3 of SnowCrash left to read. This trilogy to do with religion & science starting late in QE I reign
darn, a couple letters got let out–must be a defective kbd
I went to Brisbane Queer Pride http://badbandicoot.blogspot.com/2009/06/were-here-were-queer-andwe-are-going.html
Participated in welcoming committee to settle father back home from hospital, went to AUCS concert to hear de facto goddaughter sing her solo with the high Cs in it, got very wet (yes yes, high seas, etc), drove home, did a load of washing and knocked over a modest pile of work. Looking forward to the electric blanket (warming up as we speak)and the next bedtime reading instalment of the new A.S. Byatt novel.
Nothing much happened, apart from my nearly getting killed by a driverless train early in the morning.
Oh come on Terangeree. You can’t leave it at that. Details!!!!
But was the train actually driverless? Was it not possibly sabotaged by a pintsized, jealous lover? Or maybe a member of the Sydney branch of the Yakuza? And who would want terangeree dead? And why? What’s he really up to, this unusually, literary, driver of freight trains? Is he the ‘goody’ or the baddy in this cross-cultural epic and ongoing mini series? Or is he a bit of both? And will we ever know?
stay tuned.
Helen’s right of course, how can I be expected to write a believable script?
My wife and I went to Minyon Falls and had a barbeque. It was a lovely place – assisted by a temperature rise over the last couple of days. Great view, especially when it is 2pm and the sun is behind you. The falls fall 100m, and you look at cliffs that are almost twice that.
The only wart in an otherwise splendid stay was the stupid teenage boy who chucked a stick from the lookout; signs indicating that people may be walking underneath didn’t deter the lad. (His mate also had a nice spit over the side.) Maybe it’s just me, but that sort of malicious stupidity gives me the shits.
But a couple of hours of site-seeing around Byron and Lismore shires wiped the incident from our minds. God’s Own Country, especially at dusk.
For some reason, Byron Bay reminds my wife of Nha Trang – her birthplace. I don’t really get it. There’s so many differences between the two. Byron may lack the population, poverty and pollution of NT, but you can get cheaper and better meals at the latter.
Turned 45. ‘you spin me right round, baby right round, like a . . . .’
Jovial Monk – I will be so bold as to offer a suggestion for a soundtrack for your reading pleasure. Nick Cave – The Lyre of Orpheous and Abbetoir Blues. some of those songs sound a lot like ranter and/or dissenter hymns, very appropriate.
Spent most of Saturday working on the first chapter of my book (which was going to be the prologue. Same Sunday. + LP-ing, plus reading. 3204 words so far (counting footnotes, I think.) Usual TV watching. Loved the Arthur Upfield movie on ABC. Tried to wartch Room at the Top Saturday? night, but switched off – didn’t have the punch it had all those years ago when I first saw it. Just found Lawrence Harvey’s character irritating. Maybe I’m getting old.
Saturday morning, caught the train to Caboolture and from there walked along Old Gympie Road, Twin View Road and Raaen Road to D’Aguilar, through a changing tableoua of acreage, pineapple farms, pine plantations and state forest, a total of some 23 kilometres. Stayed the night at D’Aguilar, had a very generous dinner at the pub, then walked down to Wamuran the next morning and finished the trip on board a cab which arrived at Wamuran an hour after I’d made the booking. Now my knees are not letting me forget how I spent the weekend.
Moved into new apartment. Three flights of iron steps. Luckily we bought little furniture with us to Tas. Washing machine happily lives in the laundry in the basement. Very fond of that washing machine I am.
All good.
Vomited a little blood, tracked drums and 60% of the rest for band’s new album. Have never had my kit sound so good – playing acceptable. Vomited a little more blood.
Dear reader – see if you can pluck out the activities from my very non-lazy Sunday that I enjoyed.
I’m hoping it’s “just” an ulcer.
Finally! Smirker walks! http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2009/06/15/2598540.htm
FDB, you didn’t get drunk and start a fight on Saturday night did you? That’d be one possible explanation for the bloody vomit.
I wish it were so romantic DI(NR).
What a pity, Lefty @ 15E. If Tip stayed, he’d single-handedly be able to deny the Coalition government for another four terms.
Caroline, the tale of the driverless train isn’t all that interesting.
As for the script, well, the beautiful Japanese teacher is talking about going to South America later this year, whilst I’ll spend my next Lazy Sunday in Tokyo.