Weekend and stuff
Apr. 29th, 2007 08:13 pmRight, if I don't write this now, it's not going to happen.

A reminder of civilisation. I used to be afraid of these when I was little. I thought that at night they came alive and went stomping over the hills.
It's 7pm Sunday night and I'm pretty much ready to fall asleep. Alex has just made me tea though, so I should be able to stay awake long enough to sample the delishous-smelling dinner he's cooking. I've worn my self out by being far too active for a weekend, despite being tucked into bed on the safe side of midnight both Friday and Saturday. The explanation for being this stuffed starts back on Friday morning, when I hopped on my bike to go to work, but instead of making the 10 minute trip to the train station, I thought I'd try the 20 minute trip to a station further on. But once I'd got to that station, I couldn't get across the road for the traffic, and it really wasn't far to the next one, then by the turn-off for the next one I was almost at the city anywya, so it wouldn't hurt to just take the train from central and head in to work then. But the traffic was worrisome so I ended up going around the edge of the city, and then I was at the Gardens and there's a lovely bikeway all the way from there until Toowong, and it'd be as fast as the train, and by the time I got to Toowong I was only a hard 10 minutes from work with one big hill, so what the hell, right? I had to walk up the BFO hill, but other than that I made it all the way in about as much time as it would have taken me to take the train from home and walk the rest of the way from Indooroopilly station. 19 kilometres, 1 hour, 16 minutes and 16 seconds. I know this because Alex bought me a trip computer recently and it's inpiring more cycling.

Lots of people and animals out on the beach, including a horse (if you look hard enough).
Anyway, I decided that after riding all that way that I'd ask Alex to collect the bike and I after work because I'd likely have trouble getting home under my own steam. By home time I was feeling up to it, but I got a lift anyway, and we treated ourselves to dinner at Laksa Hut in Toowong on the way home. Mmm, chicken & mushroom hot pot and salt & pepper tofu! We were home by 8 but spent the next few hours treating each other to massages, relieving my tired limbs.

The sky was high and blue-blue-blue (and I hearts me my polarising filter).
( But what on earth happens next? )

A reminder of civilisation. I used to be afraid of these when I was little. I thought that at night they came alive and went stomping over the hills.
It's 7pm Sunday night and I'm pretty much ready to fall asleep. Alex has just made me tea though, so I should be able to stay awake long enough to sample the delishous-smelling dinner he's cooking. I've worn my self out by being far too active for a weekend, despite being tucked into bed on the safe side of midnight both Friday and Saturday. The explanation for being this stuffed starts back on Friday morning, when I hopped on my bike to go to work, but instead of making the 10 minute trip to the train station, I thought I'd try the 20 minute trip to a station further on. But once I'd got to that station, I couldn't get across the road for the traffic, and it really wasn't far to the next one, then by the turn-off for the next one I was almost at the city anywya, so it wouldn't hurt to just take the train from central and head in to work then. But the traffic was worrisome so I ended up going around the edge of the city, and then I was at the Gardens and there's a lovely bikeway all the way from there until Toowong, and it'd be as fast as the train, and by the time I got to Toowong I was only a hard 10 minutes from work with one big hill, so what the hell, right? I had to walk up the BFO hill, but other than that I made it all the way in about as much time as it would have taken me to take the train from home and walk the rest of the way from Indooroopilly station. 19 kilometres, 1 hour, 16 minutes and 16 seconds. I know this because Alex bought me a trip computer recently and it's inpiring more cycling.

Lots of people and animals out on the beach, including a horse (if you look hard enough).
Anyway, I decided that after riding all that way that I'd ask Alex to collect the bike and I after work because I'd likely have trouble getting home under my own steam. By home time I was feeling up to it, but I got a lift anyway, and we treated ourselves to dinner at Laksa Hut in Toowong on the way home. Mmm, chicken & mushroom hot pot and salt & pepper tofu! We were home by 8 but spent the next few hours treating each other to massages, relieving my tired limbs.

The sky was high and blue-blue-blue (and I hearts me my polarising filter).
( But what on earth happens next? )