It is a bit like this. Snow angels and piloting your own airplane are things you never are too old to do.

In a few short hours, we fly out of Adelaide en-route to the States. I always get a little uptight when it comes to....about now. I do not even know why. Is it wondering if we will get everything in the bags, which I have not yet even begun to pack? Perhaps it is the reminiscing of the flight I missed in Chicago and as a result had to spend the night on cot stamped American Airlines. Or the maybe all the stories Tony told the dinner guest last night about the flight disasters? He firmly believes that the safest place in an airplane that is crash landing is in the back lavatory. I am not so sure about that. :)

But off we go, getting younger by the minute. We leave at 9 am and after nearly 30 hours arrive at 9:30 pm the same day. You can not beat that.

The bags are calling much louder now...

Doctors can be strange little people. Tony, I am not necessarily talking about you!

Since we have been here in Adelaide, Bert has been to see a doctor that specializes in chronic fatigue. Apparently there are only four doctors in the world that are as specialized in chronic fatigue. Bert had his first visit with this doctor a couple of weeks after we were here. He gave him a couple of helpful hints to try till the next visit. No problem.

So last week we went back in for the follow up. It was a beautiful drive with vineyards and indigenous trees scattered about over the hills. His office is in his home. We rang the doorbell and waited for a while before he led us around to the office side of his home. No sooner than we are in his office he is wondering if we liked the music he was playing.

“Yes, it is very nice. I am not very familiar with classical music, but very nice.”

“It is the opera by …….sung in Italian….. (pausing to soak it in)….so and so wrote it and it is about this man who…(another pause)……and he begs for forgiveness…… (15 minutes later “maybe I should turn this off for him” )….more pausing…..and well, ok lets get to your appointment.”

It was very interesting, but you begin to wonder if he was around the bend.

So into the visit we went. He began to explain what happed when certain cells break down other cells, “They creep in and split the original cell, weakening the entire molicu……….and this is were he asks for forgiveness (long pause)….and she is forgiving him….although she shouldn’t have….” (“Honestly, let me turn that off for you.”)

But in the end, he did seem to have gotten further into the problem than any of the other doctors Bert has gone to.

All the best, Crazy Doctor Man.

Isn't this a great idea? Anyone who has ever tried to move cows, sheep, goats,you name it, knows that a man's best friend is a good dog. This trucker had that principal built in......literally.

Sheep are more common in Australia than cattle. My dear hubby had his camera in hand at just the right time (shocking:).

Thanks to Cousin Lauri, I learned my one thing-a-day checking e-mail. Isn't this interesting?


"I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty
uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The
phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at Cmabrigde
Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the
ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit
pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.

Amzanig huh? "

And that is enough of that!

The Rest of the Trip

Here are a few more pictures of the trip to Robe. That was a week ago, but I am just that slow. It it is any consolation, not much has happend since then. Ants invaded the house, the dog hasn't been happy with us, and the like.

This road winds through the sand dunes all the way to the ocean. The white speck is were we abandoned the car and took off on a hike to the beach.

Are we there yet? The 4x4 buggies are the only ones that drive though here.

Kept the two of us out of trouble for one morning.
Rocks eaten away by the slow movement of smaller rocks shuffled around by the waves at high tide.
Long live the Queen. "Anyone for a Cuppa? (have to have their tea even on the beach)
And the next day...
Sunset light on the beach grasses.
It was a three hour drive down to Robe. Not bad at all for one of Rozeboom blood line. We stopped for tea once and also another time to streach etc. I had to smile a bit. If it isn't one of the three main meal times or the gas tank isn't empty, why are we stopping?

Away in Robe

We made it back from the holiday in one peice. Sharks managed to leave us alone and fun was had by all. Between Bert and Tony, we have pictures jamming up all three computers in the house. There are hundreds of them. So I will just start with the surfing ones and then do a few more a bit later on.
Bert had to fix his board up before he takes a beating.It was much harder than it looked!

The waves were thumpin'....oh wait, for the beginer.

That little speck on the left is Bert. The speck it is headed for is me.

Catching one.

It was great fun. The water was freezing cold but the with the wetsuits, you couldn't tell except for the toes. The waves were about 4 1/2 feet on the second day that we went out. That was as big enough for this inexperienced surfer. I rode one wave in all the way to the shore laughing the entire way. Then it dawned on me that I had to get back out. I started plowing through them, one wall at a time, till a handsome surfie dude told me that I could "duck dive" under them and miss out on the bashing. Bert used to surf and wind surf all of the time so it was fun get the live window into that part of his life.