There are some things that can unintentionally make you upset - but hopefully not so upset that you would think about harming others. Take the contestants in the recent race at the turf club ... wait for it ... in Brisbane ... where the women, clad in more suitable attire than that suggested for the Gold Coast "Bikini Stakes" - ie running clothes and stiletto heels raced through the mounting yard (I kid you not). There were lots of tumbles and you would think those falling would have been cross about the circumstances that led to their hitting the ... was that asphalt they were racing on? Meanwhile, here on the Coast, it seems the future of the Bikini Stakes is in doubt with reference to it now removed from the Turf Club's website.
Even closer to home, Beazley has spent time with his own sporting endeavours - and he did manage to catch a frog and bring it to the door last night. I'm not sure that he was allowed to bring it in though.
The cats and Pearl are getting used to having their mother back from her travels. For our part, we miss Pearl sleeping in the general lounge area or outside our door (yes, yes, we know she was a tripping hazard but we never did stand on her or trip over her during all the time she was doing it!).
S is also enjoying having M back - for her company, but also because it means she has another way of getting out and about without having to rely on me. Today they went in to the Jupiters Casino complex and had a light snack on the Executive accommodation level there. As they looked far out to sea they saw whales swimming - breaching - by. It was getting on towards dusk but there was still enough light to see - and the waves splashed up when the whales hit the water were a brilliant white against the darkness of the ocean. (They were kind and thoughtful enough to bring me home some tasty little snacks which I wolfed down with a cuppa. It's always nice to have a little pampering at the end of an incredibly frustrating day ... hmmm - maybe the sign on the workstation is not so ill-placed.)
Mr Roadworthy came today and after some initial concern about "where" he could do the inspection - as it appeared that our work carpark was full to overflowing - he informed me that it wouldn't take long - so we double-parked in the lot. All done; no problems - so next up is to remember to take my Passport out of its hidey-hole and take it and the other documentation to the Department of Motor Transport. That's a job I'll do in Brisbania when I'm there later in the week.
Pearl and I had a good game of ball this evening before S and M arrived home. It's always good after the mowing because a collection of the balls takes place before the mow happens - and there's a good selection from which to choose. Pearl has her own thoughts on the matter as well though, because if you throw a ball and she changes her mind about it, she just presents you with one of the others to throw. We could restrict her to one ball at a time, but since she's the one who runs up the back of the yard to fetch them, it seems only fair that she has a say in what she's fetching.
Tink seems to like having a choice too - now that there are two cars leaving Latimers and coming back with hoods all toasty and warm for her to stretch out on. She was asleep on one tonight at "lock down" so S just went out and carried her in. It makes a difference from the days when she stubbornly refuses to hear that she's being called and will just not come in. While the others have been known to do it, she is the worst offender.
S is about to enter a new realm of MWC with apparel gifted to her by M on her return. The "peasant pants" (which I don't think really are) will make a very colourful addition to her wardrobe and while most people couldn't pull it off, I know S will be able to wear them and the Russian soldier-hat (complete with badges) at the same time. Hmmmm, I'm just wondering if MWC is going to be right nomenclature ... maybe we need another term to accurately reflect the international flavour of the attire rather than lumping it in with the already existing MWC-style. The Turkish scarves and tablecloths could get a look in that way as well - plus the in-house shoes - yellow (mine) and pink (S's).
The Gold Coast Motorway is not the fastest drive when it comes to driving into Nerang - as I found out this afternoon on my first peak-hour drive back from work. Finally, I am starting to get an appreciation of those news and traffic reports that say "Nerang to Mudgeeraba is very slow" and be glad that I turn off before then - to get back to Latimers as fast as I am able.
