I’m finding it more and more difficult to find a moment to write LJ. It seems I’m always caught up — either at work, or if I’m home, I’m madly working on one website or another, or cooking feasts, or watching Stargate, or traveling somewhere or other.
Two weekends ago we were at our church’s family camp up in Maroochydore — we had a really good time. It was nice to have some time to hang out with all the people from church who are such good, kind, enjoyable people as a whole. Everyone brought their kids so there were dozens of children of all sizes galloping around and keeping things lively.
The ocean was just beautiful, warm,with a good strong pull and big waves. Granted, there were thousands of dead bluebottles washed up on the shore, but there didn’t seem to be any in the water, at least, we didn’t get stung by any.
I don’t fear the bluebottles. Getting stung is surely awful pain, but pain can be managed. It’s death and mutilation I fear.
This past weekend we went up to Gympie on Saturday because Zaubi had a concert – his first since he joined the Brisbane Symphonic band. I’m thinking of renting another saxaphone so that I can practice up for a few months and then join as well. Much as I like playing in an orchestra, I’m left pretty cold by all the people in mine. I’d like to find some good chamber music instead.
Yesterday we met up with our third teammate for the Great Adventure Race which is coming up in less than a week! We spent a couple hours mountain biking in the national forest west of Mount Coot-tha — it was so much fun! How is it that we haven’t bothered doing this before??
Zaubi has some idea of how to mountain bike but both I and Ruth were utterly clueless. After a bit we figured it out, though I neraly killed myself bouncing down some ominously steep and lumpy hills.
I’ve been thinking about it all this restless day. I’m itching to grab my bike and go do it again. Our bikes are currently being serviced, but maybe we’ll go out for another crazy ride this coming Saturday, the day before the race.
In another couple weeks, after the race is over, we also plan to take a kite surfing lesson. I found a place down on the Gold Coast that gives three hour lessons and they sound pretty good. They give you funky waterproof helmets to wear with a little microphone inside so the instructor can tell you what you’re doing wrong while you’re actually doing it… supposed to greatly better the learning curve.
Every time I do something fun I miss my little sister in particular. I wish I could bring her here…
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