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You are alone on a dark road.....
I needed to do the parental wrangling every day over the Easter period, so this week feels most relaxing in comparison. It wasn't otherwise particularly Easterish, no chocolate eggs etcetera. I did get to go boardgaming with some of the Usual Suspects - Leece, Rdm and another friend, don't know if he's on Dreamwidth or not. It was very good to see that Rdm is recovering from his medical ordeal.
I also moved out of my comfort zone by riding Midnight the e-bike 14 kilometres over to Leece and Rdm's house, which is a bit further than I'm used to. I got used to riding 11km to the city on gulag days, though it has been over a year since I did that. This ride was almost as direct, along the side of West Coast Highway on bike paths which were excellent until the neighbourhood of Scarborough Beach Road, which is a nightmare whatever your mode of transport. I had some aches and pains as a result of that, probably just from holding position during the ride. I really needed the hot shower when I got home to ease the aches! And some parts of the bike path were completely dark except for the bike's own lights. I was very conscious that I was playing that part in the horror movie where you're the object lesson for everyone else.
One thing which makes me wonder if I'm on some sort of spectrum is that I plan for a ride in unknown territory by obsessively reading maps and making my own mud-maps to take with. Yes, I know you can get your phone to give you audio directions, but the way I do it, I will remember that route, probably for ever. Still, done now, can do it again.
Today the weather was very mild and pleasant, and I needed exercise, so I walked over to the Claremont shopping precinct to get a couple of plant pot bases for two of the houseplants, so I could reclaim the plates under them for intended use, then over to the micro-library, where I did find two books, including the latest In Death, Stolen in Death, first library I've found to have it. Then donated the last of my gold coins to the Standing Room Coffee Shop - and yes, that's the only kind of room they have - to rent some coffee and listen in to the baristas discussing the cost of living crisis in Australia.
The boss's take, to his teenaged employee, was essentially that unless people of his generation came from wealthy families, they were screwed as re buying a house. Totally screwed, he emphasised. They then discussed a private island, with fruit trees, vege patch, chickens, and a suppression order. I'm assuming that last would relate to the island's location. I would add climate suitable for growing tea or coffee plants, which you'd think they would have listed first, given their occupation.
The boss also had ideas for solving the government's apparent inability to fix said living crisis, but I didn't hear that part. I'm sure a small businessperson would have had some good ideas for them.
I also moved out of my comfort zone by riding Midnight the e-bike 14 kilometres over to Leece and Rdm's house, which is a bit further than I'm used to. I got used to riding 11km to the city on gulag days, though it has been over a year since I did that. This ride was almost as direct, along the side of West Coast Highway on bike paths which were excellent until the neighbourhood of Scarborough Beach Road, which is a nightmare whatever your mode of transport. I had some aches and pains as a result of that, probably just from holding position during the ride. I really needed the hot shower when I got home to ease the aches! And some parts of the bike path were completely dark except for the bike's own lights. I was very conscious that I was playing that part in the horror movie where you're the object lesson for everyone else.
One thing which makes me wonder if I'm on some sort of spectrum is that I plan for a ride in unknown territory by obsessively reading maps and making my own mud-maps to take with. Yes, I know you can get your phone to give you audio directions, but the way I do it, I will remember that route, probably for ever. Still, done now, can do it again.
Today the weather was very mild and pleasant, and I needed exercise, so I walked over to the Claremont shopping precinct to get a couple of plant pot bases for two of the houseplants, so I could reclaim the plates under them for intended use, then over to the micro-library, where I did find two books, including the latest In Death, Stolen in Death, first library I've found to have it. Then donated the last of my gold coins to the Standing Room Coffee Shop - and yes, that's the only kind of room they have - to rent some coffee and listen in to the baristas discussing the cost of living crisis in Australia.
The boss's take, to his teenaged employee, was essentially that unless people of his generation came from wealthy families, they were screwed as re buying a house. Totally screwed, he emphasised. They then discussed a private island, with fruit trees, vege patch, chickens, and a suppression order. I'm assuming that last would relate to the island's location. I would add climate suitable for growing tea or coffee plants, which you'd think they would have listed first, given their occupation.
The boss also had ideas for solving the government's apparent inability to fix said living crisis, but I didn't hear that part. I'm sure a small businessperson would have had some good ideas for them.
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