Hot Is In The Sweat Gland Of The Beholder
Nov. 19th, 2009 11:10 pm![[personal profile]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
etfbRight, enough singing about stuff that only a few people know the full story of (though not nearly as many as think they do, it is now apparent). Back to stories of travel, in a state containing no incompetence, dishonesty or smug, self-serving ignorance masquerading as diplomacy, other than in Parliament, where it belongs.
We were planning to head off to Port Arthur to steep our tired brains in a little history, but we balked at the thought of four hours of travel plus a lot of walking and munchkin-wrangling. The Beloved decided to stay home and fall in a heap, and I planned a more accessible day in Richmond, with a zoo, a maze and possibly a miniature village. The heap-fallen Beloved liked our plans so much that she decided to come along, so off we went.
The weather was warm, which, for the benefit of any Australians spontaneously combusting on the North Island, is Hobartian slang for nearly 30° with a pleasant breeze and no obvious humidity. Bliss, in other words. We wore our hats and wandered about looking at alpacas and emus and some very sleep Tasmanian devils. The Boy covered himself in ice cream and we generally had a lovely day.
Tonight involved a bit more melting down on the part of, well, everyone -- but we're getting better at dealing with that, and tomorrow's schedule heap-falling day will help a lot. I'm off to have lunch with![[livejournal.com profile]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
baronsnorri, and then I was hoping to go along to Ynys Fawr's regular Friday get-together, but it seems the calendar is broken and I just now notice that it was on last Friday, not every Friday, so I guess I'll give it a miss! D'oh!
Off to Devonport and the Ferry on Saturday, then I catch a plane back to Canberra in time for a promised cool change, if the Bureau is to be trusted. The rest of the clan are off to meettangent_woman and assorted other friends, and will be home in time for Brunch next Sunday.
We were planning to head off to Port Arthur to steep our tired brains in a little history, but we balked at the thought of four hours of travel plus a lot of walking and munchkin-wrangling. The Beloved decided to stay home and fall in a heap, and I planned a more accessible day in Richmond, with a zoo, a maze and possibly a miniature village. The heap-fallen Beloved liked our plans so much that she decided to come along, so off we went.
The weather was warm, which, for the benefit of any Australians spontaneously combusting on the North Island, is Hobartian slang for nearly 30° with a pleasant breeze and no obvious humidity. Bliss, in other words. We wore our hats and wandered about looking at alpacas and emus and some very sleep Tasmanian devils. The Boy covered himself in ice cream and we generally had a lovely day.
Tonight involved a bit more melting down on the part of, well, everyone -- but we're getting better at dealing with that, and tomorrow's schedule heap-falling day will help a lot. I'm off to have lunch with
baronsnorri, and then I was hoping to go along to Ynys Fawr's regular Friday get-together, but it seems the calendar is broken and I just now notice that it was on last Friday, not every Friday, so I guess I'll give it a miss! D'oh!Off to Devonport and the Ferry on Saturday, then I catch a plane back to Canberra in time for a promised cool change, if the Bureau is to be trusted. The rest of the clan are off to meet
tangent_woman and assorted other friends, and will be home in time for Brunch next Sunday.