Sunday we went to find the red Rapunzel tower that had been spotted and gazed at from my room in the hospital. Sunday marked the start of the good week (out of the three) so I determined to make it so. I had been feeling a bit like Rapunzel, without the hair, stuck in my suburban tower for the last two weeks.
The tower was easy to find as was the good riverside bike track...and some tiny, silver, dead fish being hoarded by a crane.
So we sat and looked at the fish and contemplated what else might live in the great, grey, greasy waters of the lazy Brisbane River. It reads better when you say "lazy Limpopo" and you are Jack Nicholson.
Of course we had to hold and examine the dead fish.
Then we studied the mangroves and contemplated what might be living in the mud...
and held and examined the mangrove fruit. Look at that grubby hand! We like to get dirty on a field trip.
There was free wheeling for all while I sauntered along with tag- along Tess on her tiny trike.
If there are Morton Bay Figs trees this lot will be up them in a trice. You have to love those fig trees.
This B2 boy has been most loving and gentle to me of late. He stood beside me in the setting sun and we took photos of our long shadows together then he made this one. I think I love this photo.
As the sun set in the western suburbs over the Wesley hospital and the 'good' room we mooched home and it felt good. The five chillun and I went out for a picnic with wheels and survived- even enjoyed ourselves! It felt like me again even if it is one week in three. It is something to look forward to!
Oh, and I got the last haircut yesterday just in time because last night my hair hurt. Seriously, hurty hair follicles! Who knew? So I had a shower at midnight and towelled it dry and went back to bed. I had forgotten how easy short hair is. Imagine how easy bald will be!
