I am blogging once more from Command Central, happy to report that our shipment was finally delivered last Friday after sitting TEN WEEKS in customs. When Command Central was booted up, the first message said Hey, I haven’t been updated in 121 days. Wow. 121 days since we blew through our last roll of duct …
The other night we opted for a dinner out at our neighborhood North Bondi RSL club. It was $8 steak night (and $6 glass of red wine night). Previously unknown to us, the key to a relaxing RSL dinner was an early arrival. Steak night was clearly quite popular with the locals – not a …
26 and 27 June We are off to Melbourne for a quick weekend trip. We are ticketed on JetStar, one of Australia’s bargain airlines, where the less baggage you fly with, the better your fare. From the looks of the line snaking away from the baggage drop counter, the better your odds of making your …
This morning’s visitors were much cuter than Harry the Huntsman, although surprising aggressive in their desire to share in my morning coffee. In looking back at our photos, I think it’s a pretty dead-even contest as to who was sporting the most colorful outfit.
While watching an American movie the other night, the screen flashed an aerial view of a car driving on a two-lane road and we had the same reaction – OMG, that car’s driving on the wrong side of the road! When really, the car was on the right side of the road in places that …
18 June – Bound for Uluru Our vacation begins at 5 am, which, being the same time that the workday begins, doesn’t seem much like a holiday to me. But then again, I guess our early start gives us a longer day over which to enjoy our time off. This is what I rationalize to …
Yes, this is a story about girls surfing, but no, there are no bikinis involved. It is winter here, ya know. Sounds strange, I know, winter in June, but then again, sometimes June in Seattle feels like winter, so maybe it’s not so strange after all. Gina took her first surfing lesson on Sunday. I …
5 am, Tuesday Let’s be clear: we are not running a no-kill shelter for spiders. However, no one appears to have told the spiders that. As I write this, there is another very large spider trapped beneath the planted pot in our lounge. Maybe I jinxed us last night. Maybe Harry and his friends have …
5 am, Monday Elvis, or the spider also known as Huntsman Harry, has left the building. Or at least that is what we hope has happened. No need for anyone to call PETA – he didn’t leave in a body bag, nor even under the slightest bit of duress. Can’t say the same for us, …
We have determined, in the absence of a response from our firecracker of a property manager, that we need only the tools below to get ourselves well on the way toward a hot meal: Somehow I doubt that our property manager has to go to such measures to light her own stove, but hard times …