there are roads left in both of my shoes

So, I'm now 29. I've passed the last twenties landmark and I feel not a day older. But I do feel wiser and quite changed and changing as I'm here in Australia. It makes me wonder about the rest of my life. Where else will I go? What else will I see? Who else will I meet? What other challenges will I come up against? It's all so thrilling. It makes aging something to look forward to. And to always remember to enjoy the transition, for what else is life? And in the learned words of my only blood brother, "I like getting older. I feel like less of a dickhead."

My birthday celebrations were fun. Ken came for a visit and it rained the entire week. We went to the arcade and spent a good part of the evening laughing our faces off. I cried several times it was so good. We also sang karoake at a pub on Chevron - Head Over Heels (check out the lyrics - they're fucked!) That weekend we went to a dodgy but good Mexican restaurant and then to the Chophouse for some live music. It was World Cup group of 16 finals so I enlisted a handsome Brit to continue the evening (or should I say morning) to head to the Casino to the 24 hour coverage of the games for the Argentina v. Mexico game - was a good one but Mex lost. Then headed home in the first sun for seven days. It was a good birthday, well marked. But I missed you all... next year...

And now for the Impressionist portion of today’s blog entry. Beauty shots of the Gold Coast. A few folks from home requested a beach shot, and again I know that a part of your soul is eaten away each time you take a photograph of the sunset sky but I had to. It was just such an enjoyable evening on our balcony and it was just too beautiful. I’ll always store it in some part of my brain but here’s a glimpse for you.










Surfer's Paradise Beach
Sunset Sky on Chevron Island - May 9th, 2006
The moon in the southern hemisphere on the same night