Easthead jog. Puddles to stomp through after the rain. Sea freezing, or at least ‘knee headache’ temperature.
Owl hooting at the stars. Prince barking at this new sound, and anything else that scares him, or doesn’t take his fancy. Agility school seems to be the right fit for Prince. The close interaction calming his separation anxiety and he is thriving on the stimulation. Lots of work needed on getting him to stop, and return to us, when he is only interested in playing.
Feeling a tad hungover. That headache, slurred speech and bit of a tremble. All achieved without wine! Have to love that morning sugar low. With the increased exercise, I probably need to eat more. However, not too many calories which will increase the insulin trend for weight gain. Not sure whether the bulge in the rear tyre of my bicycle is a better indicator of that than the scale! Crazy balancing act.
Crate for the painting going to France is ready and the vexing issue of the fumigation certificate finally sorted. This without additional blood!
My legs ran out of fuel on the cycle up Simola hill. Or it could have been my lungs that struggled for enough air. It was certainly a long, slow climb. Thrilled to find that the contour path through the forest wasn’t affected by the fires. Although the drought is taking its toll, with much of the lush undergrowth crisped.
Opening of my ‘Homeless’ exhibition at the AvoPomme Creative Hub. The fabulous bright, airy, industr
ial-feel space, with its soaring double volume providing different levels from which to view unique perspectives of the portraits.
Ricardo did a magnificent job of hanging the paintings so they float in the space. Tasty, themed ‘homeless’ snacks were served from their Urge Urban Café. The live saxophonist a touch of magic. A fun evening.
No surprises that the spinach spaghetti with a bolognese sauce made as much of a mess of my shirt as pasta spaghetti ever did!