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Wednesday and Thursday
Jun. 19th, 2009 05:13 amWednesday morning was a pleasant brekky with Kerri's father and his partner. Screambled eggs and time to enjoy it. Then dressed and off in the car to drop Kerri at Jupiter's Casino for her conference. Stopped in Southport on the way back to check out a couple of bookshops. Looking for Raptor Red and The Time Traveller's Wife. Unfound.
Had an hour or so back at the house before hitting the road north. GPS guided me to my sister's workplace and then we went and hunted up Dad in his shop. He's looking very frail and old nowadays, not at all the man of my memories. We had a pleasant lunch at EatMyFish - a very solid meal of barramundi salad and chips for me.
Dropped Dad home, then restored my sister to work, and back down the motorway. Kerri rang as I was passing Ormeau, so I went strait to the casino, parked and found her in the lobby.
Collected Kerri's mother - and by this stage I was firmly in love with Wanda on the GPS - and took her to Bistro 3 at Chirn Park, pulling up just behind Kerri's father. We had a merry meal with just enough wine and some seriously packed plates. Two slow-cooked lamb shanks for me - total yum!
I skipt the sticky date duff, contenting myself with the ice cream off mother-in-law's dessert, which she wouldn't eat.
Dropt everyone back home and slept well.
Spent the morning with mother-in-law, doing her shopping, running her around, having morning tea and lunch. I went into Target to buy her a little ceramic heater on special, and also found a copy of Time Traveller's Wife on special. heheheheh.
She finally released us about one and we off to Kerri's brother at Park Ridge. The place where I grew up is now a pretty solid mass of suburbia and the highway is upgraded yet again. Had afternoon tea with brother and sister-in-law, and then we hightaled into Brisbane to grab a glimpse of the exhibition at the art gallery.
Paid $12 for parking, got out, Kerri say's, "Where's my handbag?"
Turned out it was back in the tearoom back in Park Ridge. Bugger.
Paid a quick visit to the facilities, poked noses into the gallery shop, and then off down the freeway back to Park Ridge. No exhibition for Pete.
Getting very worried about making our flight. Not only was it coming onto rush hour, this unscheduled trip back to Park Ridge was eating into our petrol, and various alarm warnings came on.
The Gateway motorway has an evil reputation, and I was worried about running out of petrol and time in one of the monumental traffic jams.
But as it happened, we sailed through. Traffic going the other way was slow crawling, but we northbound flew. Straight through the petrol station, dropped off the car with express service, through security and were sipping champagne in the lounge with an hour to spare.
And reading TTTW. Such a fine book. I loved it the first time through, loving it more now that I have a chance to savour the knowledge of the situation.
Flight delaid a trifle, but eventually off. Dinner was pretty ordinary, and our seats over the wing were nothing special. Too dark to see much anyway.
Halfway through the flight there was a commotion across the aisle. Some bozo had left a leaking water bottle in their carryon and it was soaking the luggage and dripping through the overhead onto a passenger. Huge mopup operation.
Hugely embarrassing for me.
Landed and got a taxi home and then to bed.
Had an hour or so back at the house before hitting the road north. GPS guided me to my sister's workplace and then we went and hunted up Dad in his shop. He's looking very frail and old nowadays, not at all the man of my memories. We had a pleasant lunch at EatMyFish - a very solid meal of barramundi salad and chips for me.
Dropped Dad home, then restored my sister to work, and back down the motorway. Kerri rang as I was passing Ormeau, so I went strait to the casino, parked and found her in the lobby.
Collected Kerri's mother - and by this stage I was firmly in love with Wanda on the GPS - and took her to Bistro 3 at Chirn Park, pulling up just behind Kerri's father. We had a merry meal with just enough wine and some seriously packed plates. Two slow-cooked lamb shanks for me - total yum!
I skipt the sticky date duff, contenting myself with the ice cream off mother-in-law's dessert, which she wouldn't eat.
Dropt everyone back home and slept well.
Spent the morning with mother-in-law, doing her shopping, running her around, having morning tea and lunch. I went into Target to buy her a little ceramic heater on special, and also found a copy of Time Traveller's Wife on special. heheheheh.
She finally released us about one and we off to Kerri's brother at Park Ridge. The place where I grew up is now a pretty solid mass of suburbia and the highway is upgraded yet again. Had afternoon tea with brother and sister-in-law, and then we hightaled into Brisbane to grab a glimpse of the exhibition at the art gallery.
Paid $12 for parking, got out, Kerri say's, "Where's my handbag?"
Turned out it was back in the tearoom back in Park Ridge. Bugger.
Paid a quick visit to the facilities, poked noses into the gallery shop, and then off down the freeway back to Park Ridge. No exhibition for Pete.
Getting very worried about making our flight. Not only was it coming onto rush hour, this unscheduled trip back to Park Ridge was eating into our petrol, and various alarm warnings came on.
The Gateway motorway has an evil reputation, and I was worried about running out of petrol and time in one of the monumental traffic jams.
But as it happened, we sailed through. Traffic going the other way was slow crawling, but we northbound flew. Straight through the petrol station, dropped off the car with express service, through security and were sipping champagne in the lounge with an hour to spare.
And reading TTTW. Such a fine book. I loved it the first time through, loving it more now that I have a chance to savour the knowledge of the situation.
Flight delaid a trifle, but eventually off. Dinner was pretty ordinary, and our seats over the wing were nothing special. Too dark to see much anyway.
Halfway through the flight there was a commotion across the aisle. Some bozo had left a leaking water bottle in their carryon and it was soaking the luggage and dripping through the overhead onto a passenger. Huge mopup operation.
Hugely embarrassing for me.
Landed and got a taxi home and then to bed.
