July 2019

Wednesday 3: I figured Julie would enjoy this, from her time Germany all those years ago. The van is in the background, and I was standing in between garden beds on the footpath.

And speaking of Julie, not quite the right spelling, but close enough.

Thursday 4: We celebrated Independence Day with April at our place. We hung Dad’s WW2 flag from the balcony and fired up the grill (that’s a barbecue).

Saturday 6: It’s official: there are arseholes living among us. April had taken a different route home on Friday, so that she and Duncan could do some shopping on the way home, and had left her bike in the locker at the Park & Ride. I went to there to collect the bike, to find the handle at a strange angle, instead of being horizontal.

Someone had left the lock alone, but had targeted the weakest point, cutting the flange where the lock is inserted. Needless to say, the bike was long gone.

Thursday 11: Life goes on. Work for 4 very long days, Wednesday through Saturday, and get 3 days off. Today’s route took me down to the water a few times.

At one house, I just couldn’t resist whipping out my phone and taking a picture from the front door, where I had just made the delivery. Click and keep walking.

This one felt much more dramatic. The private road dips sharply down and then takes a hard left. It looks and feels like you’re about to go over the edge and land on the house below. Turning around at the bottom and getting out of there again is definitely “interesting”.

A quick look back on last month. I walked over 160 miles. I walk about 10 miles every work day.