In yet another of those you-know-you're-getting-old-when
moments that seem to be cascading past in staggering
numbers at the moment, I'm pretty sure that my birthday
last week was the first I've ever had where I received no
presents at all.
The birthday was lovely and I spoke to lots of family and friends and the crew at the office made a fuss and we all had cake. Delightful. But dammit, I would have liked a present.
Certainly nothing elaborate: maybe a cute Harpo mug, or a nice little picture frame, or even some deodorant or an old shareware copy of Doom or something. I'd have been thrilled…
The cricket club had a practice match on the weekend. It was the first time I'd had a cricket bat in my hand since an eye operation I underwent earlier in the year and oh my god what a difference it makes. I admit I was facing some rather toothless bowling but the ease with which I could pick up the pace of the ball and get to the pitch was thrilling. Sport hasn't been very enjoyable these last few years but I am really looking forward to this new season now.
The practice match itself was a pleasure. Sunday was a beautiful afternoon. A number of players from another club we get on well with joined us and we had a couple of games on neighbouring fields going. The other crowd gave us an afternoon tea and we put on a BBQ after the game. It was good-spirited, slow-tempo, relaxed and thoroughly enjoyable.
I haven't posted with any particular point this morning. So what's new, eh?
Does anybody know any jokes? Why did the melons get married at home? Because they cantaloupe.
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I'm really not much of a skier. I have had a day or two
on the snowboard each of the last few winters and rather
enjoyed it in much the same way as you rather enjoy
helping your friends build decking in their backyard.
Last weekend I went to the snow with the sole purpose of being extremely lazy.
I managed to achieve my goals through a strategic use of the Lying About maneouver followed by the power one-two of a long read of the paper and a long bath with book and a glass of wine. I was able to cross off a number of items from my 'next action' list such as: take a short stroll, sit on the couch reading some more of my book, bake some scones, yawn and stretch, carry snow from one spot to another, sudoku.
Bugger the snowboarding. This is how you're supposed to spend your time at Hotham.
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