Paihia cafe scenery
We leave behind a stool just like this one, purchased on my first unsupervised outing driving on the "wrong" side of the road. R needed it to shower when we came back from the South Island. Now it serves many purposes: coffee table on the deck, elevates the laundry basket while we hang the clothes on the line. Effie washed the windows standing on it. She used it, a bucket and a flat netball as a target when we had driving lessons. Effie promises to send me a picture of her drivers license when she gets it at Easter.
90+ kilos of gear
Not going back with us are R's crutches. Michael is hosting a practitioners' workshop at the college today, and one of the participants is from Invercargill and has agreed to take them back for us. Hate leaving my litter about the place. Lost a lens cap in the Whitsunday waters, still feel like an environmental slob. Never mind that I found a full scuba tank, I can do better.
I finished pasting things into the scrapbook this morning. Next I'm going pick up the last five rolls of film being processed, then return AJ the trustry rental steed, an ancient imported-from-the-used-Japanese-trade Corolla whose transmission had seen better days. Not even a dome light inside. But it got us everywhere we needed to go. Then I'm sitting in an experiment for one of Michael's students, and hopefully I'll be hungry for dinner by the time 7:00 comes around. Michael has picked a place for our last meal together. Flights are confirmed for tomorrow. Just a bit of taping for the box, cramming in the bathrobe, sorting kangaroo money from kiwibird coins. Why Australia's $2 coin is half the size of the $1 piece is a mystery I'd like someone to explain. Neither spends well here. Not that I have room for one more thing. 90 kilos is enough.
