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Jun. 25th, 2004 12:13 pmI've been having such a wonderful time playing with my new GMail account! Thank you, tzurriz!
There's more clever features each time I look - I've transferred my high-traffic Patrick O'Brian Gunroom list onto it and it handles the load with ease. The threading feature is convenience itself!
Kerri had to fly to Sydney today, as she regularly does, and I dropped her off a few minutes past six for a seven o'clock flight. Got home and thought that I might as well go for my walk straight away, and this time I headed straight up the hill to see if Wild Animus was still under the rock where I'd hidden it.
It was, apparently untouched in its plastic bag, though quite visible to anyone happening by this piece of bushland. Judging by the trampled grass, people had been regularly visiting, if not having conventions. But still the book lies there, two months after I set it free. Guess the right person hasn't happened along yet.
Looked out from this rocky eminence, admiring the view over Lake Burley Griffin to the west, Defence Force HQ almost at my feet, and the rising sun lighting up the clouds in a fan of rays stretching out from the horizon. And as I watched, Kerri's Sydney-bound shuttle lifted off from the airport behind Mount Pleasant and soared over the radiant sunrise.
I wonder if she could see the same sight as me.
I kept on walking through the nature reserve. It was set aside decades ago to be a freeway named Monash Drive, but it's never been built and probably never will. For which I'm grateful.
Had the reserve all to myself at that hour of the morning. Circled around to the top of Campbell and joined the other reserve along a drainage channel heading down behind the Harry Seidler designed townhouse complex I admire.
Nowadays, they take a whole block and build up in a sort of hollow cube, plonking as many units on the site as possible and the residents might have a pocket-handkerchief of garden in the middle and a thin strip around the edge, but this sprawling development occupies the site wonderfully, trees and lawns and open areas lying diagonally across the corner block in splendid harmony and generous allowance of space.
I admire it every time I walk past. A great design.
And Bookcrossing's down. Bugger it. I meant to register a couple of books today - one of mine to give to the New Zealand High Commissioner, and another to leave at the outlook over State Circle.
I received an invite to join an Australian writers' group on Yahoo. That must have come from the young lady on the coast who gave me some advice a while back. I'll see how it goes.
Must go now. My daughter wants me to go shopping in a far off suburb. She's finished her prac teaching, and had a great time doing it, leaving the children with many hugs and thankyous.
There's more clever features each time I look - I've transferred my high-traffic Patrick O'Brian Gunroom list onto it and it handles the load with ease. The threading feature is convenience itself!
Kerri had to fly to Sydney today, as she regularly does, and I dropped her off a few minutes past six for a seven o'clock flight. Got home and thought that I might as well go for my walk straight away, and this time I headed straight up the hill to see if Wild Animus was still under the rock where I'd hidden it.
It was, apparently untouched in its plastic bag, though quite visible to anyone happening by this piece of bushland. Judging by the trampled grass, people had been regularly visiting, if not having conventions. But still the book lies there, two months after I set it free. Guess the right person hasn't happened along yet.
Looked out from this rocky eminence, admiring the view over Lake Burley Griffin to the west, Defence Force HQ almost at my feet, and the rising sun lighting up the clouds in a fan of rays stretching out from the horizon. And as I watched, Kerri's Sydney-bound shuttle lifted off from the airport behind Mount Pleasant and soared over the radiant sunrise.
I wonder if she could see the same sight as me.
I kept on walking through the nature reserve. It was set aside decades ago to be a freeway named Monash Drive, but it's never been built and probably never will. For which I'm grateful.
Had the reserve all to myself at that hour of the morning. Circled around to the top of Campbell and joined the other reserve along a drainage channel heading down behind the Harry Seidler designed townhouse complex I admire.
Nowadays, they take a whole block and build up in a sort of hollow cube, plonking as many units on the site as possible and the residents might have a pocket-handkerchief of garden in the middle and a thin strip around the edge, but this sprawling development occupies the site wonderfully, trees and lawns and open areas lying diagonally across the corner block in splendid harmony and generous allowance of space.
I admire it every time I walk past. A great design.
And Bookcrossing's down. Bugger it. I meant to register a couple of books today - one of mine to give to the New Zealand High Commissioner, and another to leave at the outlook over State Circle.
I received an invite to join an Australian writers' group on Yahoo. That must have come from the young lady on the coast who gave me some advice a while back. I'll see how it goes.
Must go now. My daughter wants me to go shopping in a far off suburb. She's finished her prac teaching, and had a great time doing it, leaving the children with many hugs and thankyous.
