a motorbike, a son and a long black
Had a great day yesterday, nothing planned, just open to the possibilities
For once a bike ride that had the tailwind in both directions
Subway and coffee in the afternoon sunshine
A bike ride on Eliot's new bike; over the hills to Lyttleton for Chai at Coffee Culture. Got to say though, a return to the bike and sweeping corners was a bit scary at times. Adrenaline is good for the soul though!
Great!
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For just over a year now I've been involved in the periphery of Sara Young's life. Last January she found out she had a brain tumour. I set up a web site blog where she could keep in touch with her friends [and they could keep in touch with her by leaving comments, and messages that would be brought to her wherever she was.]
It's been both heartening and life affirming to watch last year unfold. And whilst I had a shitty year last year, it was nothing like hers [and her family and friends']. I'm grateful to have been involved and witness some of that. I met Sara twice and got a sense of the energy that her friends saw and talked about in their commentary. I'm grateful to have seen some of the good things that come out of the nerdy things I can do.
Sara died yesterday.
I'm very sad about that.
fishy
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Hannah asked to decorate the old lampshade, she got me to do some of the drawings, and she coloured it in. All the motifs were here request, she even got the fishbug printed and traced it onto the shade
we were surfing yesterday evening and Henny complained about being bitten by crabs. Eliot and I poo pooed the whole idea and rationalised it as stepping on the TuaTua shells that litter the shoreline here. Today i was proved wrong and had to apologise to the girls.
Henny and I were screaming and giggling in the very messy surf on Sunday avo. We'd given up being serious and were just faking it in the shallows. Henny was on the big board and I was struggling with the rip and trying to keep her straight as i pushed her off the waves.
A crab bit my big toe and i leapt screaming from the water. Of course Hannah and henny thought this was very amusing, and even more amused when they found i'd been bitten by one of the things i'd denied the existence of earlier.
i happened again and again before we all came home, ever gracious in victory they pulled my leg about it all the way home
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the big two had gone to get showered and warm, we carried on down the beach and chatted, laughed and shared a story or two. Henny's was about getting poo on her shorts in Living Springs camp, mine was in answer to a request about how I met Nettie
It's amazing the clarity that one gets every now and again. I really enjoyed the walk on the beach with Henrietta. We were on a mission, I'd seen a plastic rake one morning and we were searching to see if it was still there. [it wasn't] We talked and chatted, pointed things out to each other told our stories and walked some more.
it was a special moment, and a special end to Ladybug day
My last favourite photo of the day, when she's not trying so hard to be cool [like every teenager since cain and abel] she smiles and the whole world lights up in responce
we were surfing yesterday evening and Henny complained about being bitten by crabs. Eliot and I poo pooed the whole idea and rationalised it as stepping on the TuaTua shells that litter the shoreline here. Today i was proved wrong and had to apologise to the girls.
Henny and I were screaming and giggling in the very messy surf on Sunday avo. We'd given up being serious and were just faking it in the shallows. Henny was on the big board and I was struggling with the rip and trying to keep her straight as i pushed her off the waves.
A crab bit my big toe and i leapt screaming from the water. Of course Hannah and henny thought this was very amusing, and even more amused when they found i'd been bitten by one of the things i'd denied the existence of earlier.
i happened again and again before we all came home, ever gracious in victory they pulled my leg about it all the way home
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