How Far Along Is She?

For those of you who aren't in the know, yesterday was Australia Day. Australia Day is also known as Invasion Day, but I'm not going to talk about that. It's kind of like Anzac Day but without the thanks giving and war specials on the tele. It is the day that some recent invaders are allowed to call themselves Australian and it is the day when alot of people get drunk before lunch time in the name of the Australian Way. I wasn't one of those people.

My day yesterday consisted of waking up down the coast at around 9:30 after having a terrific sleep, getting up, putting on my boardies and slapping on my sunscreen. I then walked with my Dad down to the beach to go for a swim. My Dad has been wearing his shoes too much recently, so he's unable to walk on the drive way at the unit because of all of the little stones. He has to sort of hop and skip on tippy toe going, "Ooh, ah, ooh ooh, ah!" the whole way. It's pretty funny to see him do this.

Yesterday there were a whole heap of people at the beach. Young families, oldies, a few younger people, this one blonde girl in a black and white bikini who was just stunning and, of course, the lifesavers. The seas were quite rough, and the beach has changed a bit since I was last there as there is now a very steep drop off just a few metres off the beach. The water temperature was spot on though so Dad and I stayed in the water for about an hour. It was wonderful. Then we headed back up to the apartment.

We had some lunch and things, I read The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and had a bit of a snooze. Dad did some writing on his book and also had a snooze. In the afternoon we went to the supermarket and bought some stuff, we also bought some wine and beers.

Later in the evening Big John and Margaret came around. It was Big John's birthday and we got some take away food and sat on the balcony and drank the beers and drank the wine. There were a few stories told, a few jokes made and it was a lovely evening. Really very nice. Nice people, nice food, cold drinks, a lovely breeze coming off the sea and a relaxed ambience. Wonderful.

Today has been pretty cruisy. I think that I brought some of the relaxed outlook with me back from the coast this morning. Today I've been solving problems, getting started on other ones and having chats with people. The lady in the bakery spent half of yesterday in the hospital visiting her husband's sick father. The puzzle man is looking at renting a property and moving out to Laidley or Esk or somewhere like that. One of the Father's at the centre had his car stolen last weekend. He's also got a few dodgy sorts of tattoos on his arm and hand. Look kind of like a home job. Nice guy though.

On the subject of tattoos I remembered something yesterday about a project I had once seen. It interested me greatly, and I think that it would be one of the only reasons I would get some ink done. I'm interested in finding out whether she got to the final number. And if I were to become a thread in the canvas that is the story where would I get it done? It'd have to be somewhere that nobody would ever see. Hmm, any suggestions? Not that I'm going to do it mind.......