I keep not posting this.. not sure why. Now you get a late night short ramble in place of something substantial. Then again, I hear some people are into that sort of thing. Diff’rent Strokes for diff’rent folks I suppose. Slow and arhythmic for me.
So yes, Things happened over Easter, that most zombieriffic weekend. My Dad flew up from his place of residence in Nearly Melbourne the night before, and we were up early to drive down to his place. We went down the coast a ways, before cutting up a lovely twisty road and over to the Hume for the Long Boring Part. Well, boring if you find driving down long, relatively straight roads boring. I rather like road tripping, so it didn’t bother me. Anyhoo, nothing much of note occured, we drove, we drove some more and we arrived. Saturday contained equally little of note, beyond.. nothing.
On Sunday we took the dogs to the beach for a day of frolicking in the water. It was most frolickulous. Here is some photographic evidence of this folicky behaviour. The larger, whiter one is named Christmas (guess when they got him..) and the smaller, yet to grow into his paws chocolate one is named Songkran. Guess when.. yes. They’re standard poodles, and as such are great dogs. Christmas barks at bogans and other such scumulent riff raff whilst driving past in the car. They’re a french hunting dog, so I guess they offend his delicate continental sensibilities. Fair enough too, really.
I wanted to see the fire (given it was so close to Dad’s place) so on Monday after taking the dogs for a walk, we went for a drive up the road to Kinglake. The black started about a minute up the road from Dad’s place.. and kept going and going. The road was really narrow and there was a bunch of traffic, so we couldn’t pull over to take photos.. so I got Dad to take some from the car. You can see the remains of peoples’ homes in some, and the greenery growing back in others. People are still there, some survivers will move back and rebuild, some will rebuild elsewhere. That evening, I flew home.
Yes, that means my car remained there. It is bequeathed to Dad as repayment of the loan I received from him to buy it in the first place, given that if I sold it I’d get that much for it anyway. Plans are underway for a replacement set of wheels, more on that when the process is further on and I can bedazzle you with the new transport. If plans unfold the way they’re currently outlined, you’ll be pretty envious I reckon. Watch this space…
Stroking the sole of the foot produces the Babinski effect.
What response does your foot elicit, reader? Need we conduct some experiements?
