I keep waking up just as the sky begins to show signs of daylight. I guess I am a "morning person" here. How strange.
Ok, since no one is up yet, I can fill in some things I was either too tired to write earlier, or there was too much to write at once.
Just as we (dad and I) were going off to bed on Thursday, Mike mentioned that some of the chirping noises we might hear are NOT birds, but GECKOS. That creeped me out because all the doors were open and the front screen doesn't fit that tight at the bottom. I could just imagine getting up in the dark and stepping on one of these critters! Anyway.....
Mike ran out the front door and came back giggling like a fool and took us out to the carport.
We started looking around and there were LOTS of them! Stuck to the ceiling, the walls, everywhere! Ok, only about six were in the carport, but I just KNEW they were lurking about, ready to crawl their slimy feet on me!
There was a pair mating too. One of them was a slightly darker color of orangie-tan and they were curled around each other and stuck together where it counts. Reminded me of something you would see on a tee-shirt in The Discovery Channel store.
Mike put his finger close to one of the "unoccupied" geckos and it moved like a FLASH! That did it! I bolted for the front door, checking my footsteps first and keeping my hands around my face and hair to keep them off in case one decided to jump into my hair.
Eryn just came into the room. She heard me go to the kitchen a minute ago. I have to go now and "play while Aidan is sleeping and it is just girls only."
This morning when Eryn came in to play, I had more I wanted to put down. The day just crowed in and so I am behind on writing. I'll try to catch up now that I have my own space again. ie: the children are in bed.
Playing "Barbies", the doll, not the thing you light on fire, gets harder and harder to do "properly" as you grow older. My skills have slipped considerably. My Barbie was too menopausal to be any fun, so Eryn decided I needed to cook her some french toast for breakfast instead. Hmmm... maybe she WAS thinking that my "Barbie" should be lit on fire?
Thursday, on the way back from Surfer's Paradise, I saw my first glimpse of an exotic bird in the wild. I say exotic, because in the U.S. they are, but here , they are so common no one notices!
We were driving along and up on the light poles in the middle of the freeway, there were two Sulfur Crested Cuckatoos! Immediately, I thought someone had lost a couple of expensive pets! Then I remembered that these were wild. They are as common to see here as blackbirds are in California. Very cool to see these beautiful birds in their natural environment instead of a cage.
Friday, after Mike went off to work, Tanya, the kids, dad and I started out to see the Australia Zoo. This is where Steve Irwin, the Crocodile Hunter, calls home.
(The geckos are chirping outside my window as I write.....)
The zoo is north of Brisbane. I know know this beause Tanya says it is. I am turned around here. The sun isn't in the right place, so it is very hard for me to get my bearings. That is WEIRD for me. I can usually find my way around after going there once.
Isn't there a scientific theory, or study, or something about the magnetic pull of the poles and how it may help you keep your bearings? Well, I think there is something to it and I think when I crossed the Equator my Northern Hemisphere calibrated magnetic indicator (nose), was subjected to Southern Hemisphere reverse polarity and I completely lost my bearings (NO! NOT MARBLES....BEARINGS.....lol).
Yeah, another of my restroom musings. Hey, family members, do you think I get this bull from J.Z.'s genes? He could sling this stuff around pretty good, if I remember correctly... something about an irresistable force meeting an immovable object.... causing compound, stationary motion....?