I've managed to make it into Rockhampton okay. Another lovely session of driving more than 7 hours in a stretch. Not exactly my favorite thing especially when I happen to get squashed into the back seat.
Saying goodbye to Cwalen was hard... leaving to go off to this thing was hard also. I didn't want to go, I didn't want to leave him behind, I don't know. But I can't drag him along too, that's not fair. Dilemma. *sigh*
http://www.poetictech.com/ he sent me this link this afternoon. *smile* Check it out - its like the penultimate in cool!
After we arrived in Rockhampton all of the family sat around the dinner table and yakked for hours. To hear all of the old anecdotes and stories flying around the dinner table - well, actually most if not all of it is true - incredible things happened in Charter's Towers (or Charlie's Trousers as it is colloquially known) in the 1940's and 50's. To the tune of a freewheel bike with an oval front wheel, and a stick in the ground so that you could tell the time (although getting a response as to whether it was an analogue or a digital stick was rather hard)... Burdening ducks and marching a million times over a particular bridge. I believe that the children of my notorious family had to walk uphill both to and from school!
*laugh* Crazy kids. :)
Anyway at this moment in time, I am in Rockhampton, one of my friends is travelling through Melbourne simply because its there and I'm attempting to negotiate with my e-mail program in an attempt to get something usable from my brain and fingers onto the keyboard.
I should attempt this with more effort. :)
I spy an apple, too.... *hunger rumbles*
*eats apple*
Saying goodbye to Cwalen was hard... leaving to go off to this thing was hard also. I didn't want to go, I didn't want to leave him behind, I don't know. But I can't drag him along too, that's not fair. Dilemma. *sigh*
http://www.poetictech.com/ he sent me this link this afternoon. *smile* Check it out - its like the penultimate in cool!
After we arrived in Rockhampton all of the family sat around the dinner table and yakked for hours. To hear all of the old anecdotes and stories flying around the dinner table - well, actually most if not all of it is true - incredible things happened in Charter's Towers (or Charlie's Trousers as it is colloquially known) in the 1940's and 50's. To the tune of a freewheel bike with an oval front wheel, and a stick in the ground so that you could tell the time (although getting a response as to whether it was an analogue or a digital stick was rather hard)... Burdening ducks and marching a million times over a particular bridge. I believe that the children of my notorious family had to walk uphill both to and from school!
*laugh* Crazy kids. :)
Anyway at this moment in time, I am in Rockhampton, one of my friends is travelling through Melbourne simply because its there and I'm attempting to negotiate with my e-mail program in an attempt to get something usable from my brain and fingers onto the keyboard.
I should attempt this with more effort. :)
I spy an apple, too.... *hunger rumbles*
*eats apple*