Day 1174 A bowl of steam for my wife.

28th October 2020

We had an early reservation at New Holland.

6.15pm is usually when the old farts have their dinner, rush home to take their medication and then go to bed.

This meant getting ready much earlier than normal. I was so out of whack that I got into the shower still in my underwear, only discovering it after I washed my hair.

I had done a variety of things from laying up timber for a new top for a dresser to digging four holes to sink the wooden piles for the decking. So my day was not as formal as it normally is, and that might have been the reason.

Selecting our dinner from the limited menu is often more of a problem than if we had the full selection to choose from. I’m fairly easy, it’s either a black bean burger or a pizza. Kelli is much harder, she doesn’t want bread or cheese, leaving just a glass of water or a salad as a choice. However, her famous line to the server is “I have a question” at this point I roll my eyes and wait for it to reveal itself.

It usually entails taking one thing from one dish and adding it to another, often this is possible, other times even the server rolls their eyes, if we could see them.

She finally made her choice, but when it arrived it had bacon included, which she failed to request to have it removed. She summoned the server back and explained her gaff. What followed was an agreement between Kelli and the server that he would take her food, with the bacon for himself, and order another without bacon for her. With that finally sorted out we got on with our meal.

My beer was slipping down well, all my hard digging earlier, had built up my wrist muscles so I was able to handle the heavy glass easily.

At different times I had imagined a design of a stein lifting device using sprockets and chains, but it never got past the concept stage, or in reality I sobered up and forgot about the whole thing.

When we left, and hit the cool air I had the urge to use the bathroom.

I told Kelli to get back home as quickly as possible, just as her phone rang.

It was Cameron, her son, we drove about ten feet and there he was on the pavement.

Kelli told him to get in, and we would drive him home , which was on our way.

I was beginning to turn critical by the time we got to his apartment.

He suggested that I go in his back garden, next to his Kayak, which I thankfully did.

“I’ve never pissed in a kayak before” I said getting back into the truck.

“Oh you didn’t did you?” He said before realising I was joking.