Well it's not often lately that I've been getting out to go for a morning walk. But the happy pills seem to have been working and my self-developed rehabilitation plan saw me schedule to be up at 5.45 this morning.
So at 5.30 the alarm went off... and I hit 'snooze'... 5.40... up by 5.45 and did my 5BX (hey I'm already up to D on the first page!). By 6.00 I was out on the street... and it was still dark! It's kinda fun to walk through a town and see the world begin to wake up. Reminds me of my shift work days, but in a good way. I always enjoyed being on night shift and watching the world come to life - a world that, for most of us, sleeps through the night.
Anyway, I was out there and I was thinking about a conversation I had at church yesterday. If someone donated a dollar to
BCA for everytime I was told this obvious fact, the organisation would have 2 more missioners in the field!
Someone told me yesterday (as I am told every week), "Hey, did you know you're fat!?". A different perishioner - oops parishioner - tells me every week. It's as if I am oblivious to my inability to cut my toe nails without first taking a breath and holding it... or is af I am not at all aware that the verandah over the tool shed means the little fella and I have not been able to see each other for 10 years.
I felt like saying, with my most seriously dry countenance, "Oh really, you don't say? But I thought that 3XL ("Three-Excel!") on my clothes labels was the name of an excellent clothing brand, not my shirt size."
But instead, as a servant of the church, I smile sweetly and thank them for making the observation, and promise faithfully to take their advice to try the latest fad-diet that helped their dear Aunty Ethel, who was finding the diet so successful until she died suddenly from some unexplained illness.
Which reminds me about an old Irish joke: Did you hear about the Irish donkey breeder? He was working on breeding a donkey that didn't need feeding. He was telling his mate in the pub, "I reduced his portions each week. But I'd just got the silly old ass to the point when he didn't need
any food at all and he up and died on me."
Hmmm.
Hey, while I'm still on a roll: During my morning walk (my first since 22 September and first serious exercise since I went bike riding every morning in November) I saw
Claudia.
Claudia is a small ship that comes into the jetty at Bass Point (South Shellharbour Beach) to load at the Hanson (Pioneer) quarry. She sails to Blackwattle Bay in Sydney to the Hanson (Pioneer) concrete depot next to the Fish Markets. I used to see
Claudia on my morning walks when I lived in the inner city, and so it's a fun link to another enjoyable time of life.
The significant thing this morning was that I wondered to myself this morning, "Does the shipping company which runs
Claudia call itself
The Claudia Shipper?" ka-boom-tink.
I crack myself up sometimes.
Ok, it was pre-dawn.
I'll just go now.
