Father’s Day

Here in the great land down-under today is Father’s day.  We went shopping for a little something for Granddad yesterday.  It is hard to find a gift for the man who has everything he wants, and who has tossed out everything else because it clutters the place.  Beer seems to be a good choice, We chose Hahn Light because we could not find the latest preference, which is a NZ brew named Storm, made it seems by  Independent Breweries (New Zealand), in Papakura, Auckland.  He definitely needed a new potato peeler as the old one was so bent it made a better slicer than peeler. One ended up throwing away more potato with the skin than was left behind.  And a book of Sudoku puzzles should keep his mind from turning to custard.  Mind you, there is not much sign of that yet.  For an old codger of 83 he is pretty sharp.    Dad’s only weakness is his failure to come to grips with the accelerating changes in modern technology. Computers, phones and Facebook are getting too complicated.  I am finding the same thing, and it is galling to have my youngsters patiently explaining the I-pad in single syllable words, so I understand how it must irk Dad, when I do the same.  Still, all the same, I hope I am half as keen at his age.  He is still quicker to answer quiz questions than I am. And he knows a lot more history and geography than I do.  Places, names and dates.  Something I am not at all good at.

We joined his team at the Cherry St Bowling Club trivia night on Wednesday.  Dad’s team is usually top and frequently carries a hefty handicap, which makes it pretty hard for them to win again until they have lost a few handicap points.  Nonetheless they did it that night, increasing their handicap once more.  The girls and I actually contributed to the win, they with their in-depth knowledge of movies and popular culture, and me with a question on snakes and on joints of the human body, something I am getting to learn too damn much about lately.  Rotator cuffs and knees just happen to be something about which I’d prefer to know less.  

We have to be back in town for next Wednesday evening, to ensure another win.  The Plan is now to head north to Stony Creek tomorrow morning, stopping off at Seaworld for a few hours on the way.  We have only three hundred kilometres to travel, so plenty of time.   We shall head back Wednesday, via Currumbin Wildlife Sanctuary, which we figure will need less time than Seaworld. We should be back in Ballina in time for the quiz. 

Since we visited Australia Zoo last time, we are leaving it off the agenda.

One sad fact is that we do not have enough time together as it is, and certainly not enough to do all we would like to.

So it goes.


About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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