Winding Down, Packing Up.

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Five weeks in Mount Barker zipped past with my grand plans of hiking and biking largely unrealised. What with working an extra day every week, hot weather, and two needy little dogs I didn't get out much. On the other hand Roger spent inordinate amounts of time driving up and down the highway to Adelaide for such mundane reasons as car servicing, physio appointments, and dropping people off to airports. We both complained bitterly about our respective ends of the stick.

Sunrise was pretty thought.
 A week or two ago we decided on the spur of the moment to take ourselves off to Japan and South Korea for a holiday, and with very little time before we left the country we had to convince Japan that Roger could bring with him his drugs to deal with a possible back attack. I'll spare you the details. Sufficient to say that one does not waltz willy-nilly into Japan bearing anything remotely resembling narcotic.  Paperwork is required.

Sunrise still happens, paperwork or no.

In the meantime I had a birthday at which I celebrated my uncomfortably rapid accumulation of journeys around the sun and my subsequent eligibility for a Senior's Card.   The slight blow to the ego of being officially 'senior ' was worth it for free travel on the Adelaide Metro and discounted meals at pubs. Look at me, getting all excited about rattly diesel trains and chicken schnitzels!

Not a chicken schnitzel.  The bees love these backyard flowers.

20 again. Thrice.

The dogs viewed all the packing, sorting, paper-working and cleaning with trepidation, sensing looming abandonment. They crawled onto my lap whenever I sat down, got underfoot when I stood up, and staged midnight pee party protests on the sunroom mats.  They picked fights with the dogs next door, expended energy in fruitless pursuit of backyard rabbits, and tried to sneak forbidden bones indoors.  I expect their little brains will explode (in the best possible way) when their owners walk in the door on Thursday.

Two worried puppies.

I'm off now. My senior self has more housework to do. And two dogs to sit.

This has been a good house sit for sunrises.

 

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