Home at last
42 km to go & I'll be home. Resting with a few cups of tea at Mum's place before heading off. When I get home I'll have gone 1261 km in under 60 hours. The new osteoarthritis medication stratagem is working nicely. Two tablets every 8 hrs instead of three every 12 hrs. Less pain in the bad knee than before.
Worked out from looking at photos in my iPhone's photo library that I last stayed in this motel on the night of October 17, 2012.
Little wonder that 400 MB Mavigon map update on the iPhone SE took under a minute to download. Check put these 4G speeds.
Toasted sourdough rye & wheat bread makes a most satisfying breakfast, especially when paired with an AeroPress coffee (or two).
I'm leaving the motel in two hours., so I'm making toast in the provided toaster. I have a pocketknife so I can spread stuff on the toast, but there's no plate. Oh, wait, there's a microwave oven. I'll use the glass plate inside that. Problem solved.
Imagine this. Cloncurry, northwestern Queensland, 1970.
A 23-yr-old unemployed schoolteacher took on a job as governess for a child on a distant cattle station (aka ranch). But she was unable to reach that property because all direct access roads were flooded. So the station owner contacted the local shire, who sent out one of their junior engineers to drive her to her destination via the unaffected back roads.
15 months later, they were married.
That's how my cousin Colin met his late wife, Wendy.
@streakmachine We should never have stopped using semaphore…….
// @hazardwarning
More backstory on the passing of my cousin's wife: on Saturday evening last week she hadn't been feeling well so went for a lie down on the sofa. An hour later Colin tried to wake her but couldn't. This is when he realised that his beautiful partner for the last 45 years had gone.
As their eldest son observed during the euolgy, "As far as Mum was concerned, there were only two groups of people in the world: those whom she loved and those she hadn't met."