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| Brisbane from level 73 |
Life is just one damn thing after another.
We stayed in Brisbane for two days and resided at something called the Meriton Towers - on level 73. This was a perfect height for someone like me who is dreadfully afraid of heights so I spent a lot of my time on my hands and knees crawling past floor to ceiling windows.
I love it when I get back to Australia because you can get good espresso coffee in any cafe. In Australia we were brought up on Italian espresso and I can remember having espresso in 1960.
We have a long way to go in respect off coffee in Indianapolis but we sure beat the hell out of Australia in respect of gun deaths.
Then went to Sydney to stay with my son Lenny and his wife Carmelita.
His dog - Lenny - usually bites me on sight but appears to be in remission so I remained unscathed.
Lenny is not a well tempered dog and when we went to the park to give him a run he barked at everyone and everything. Someone said ‘what’s up with the dog’ to which Lenny replied ‘he hates people and other dogs’.
I stayed in the room next to their son HG - who is not yet two- and is not the best sleeper in the world. He has an excellent pair of lungs and may grow up to be an auctioneer.
Lenny and Carmelita used to be very fond of Lenny (the dog) but their enthusiasm has waned since HG arrived. Their other dog Bandit - who has only one eye - is much better behaved.
I went to the Hunter Valley to see my dear friends Jack and Jill. We drank too much wine and saw lots of kangaroos. Jack has a new Jaguar which he calls Mick and we took it for a spin through the vineyards. It goes like the clappers.
I visited my ancient brother in Sydney - and my slightly less ancient brother from Melbourne came up to stay. They are 82 and 80 years old respectively and still have all their faculties - except for the fact that they are far too right wing for my liking - but I let them off because old white men are expected to be right wing.
But they read Murdoch papers in Australia so are subjected to daily intensive brainwashing about the evils of liberals and the climate change hoax.
I was pleased to see that little has changed here while I was away. Donald Trump is still a gibbering baboon and Hillary is on her way to being President.
And the garden people have started on the front. We now have large parts of a wall and I am sure plants will follow.
I am really proud of you for that photograph from the 73rd floor!
ReplyDeleteI would be like you if I was staying on the 73rd floor - hugging the wall furtherest away from the windows. Why oh why do they insist on having so many floor to ceiling windows - people who want to see the view can do so quite fine out of normal windows - even huge big picture windows - they don't need to go to the floor to get the view !!!
ReplyDeleteHave the best day !
I am so glad that you survived Australia and that Australia survived you. I am currently in Texas and will be going "home" to South Dakota soon, although only briefly. I don't have to stay in any super high places thankfully. I am thankful you were not eaten by Lenny The Dog. I have never heard of anyone naming their dog after themselves, interesting. I have missed getting to read your blog and I was fixing to send a search party after you. I bet Georgia is glad you are home.
ReplyDeleteMerisi: I strapped myself to the bed before taking the shot.
ReplyDeleteMe: I cannot answer the question. I always ask for lower floors - or the basement.
ESB: Actually my son is David - but he calls himself Lenny on Facebook - so it is not so strange. Georgia was extremely please and licked me from head to toe. Have a nice time in SD.
Nice photo of the way down.
ReplyDeleteYou could use those shadows of the buildings in that photograph for a good sundial.
ReplyDeleteLovely to see the beautiful muddy Brisbane River.
ReplyDeleteYou could have won money on Keno while you were home using your lucky number, 73!
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