Red Herring national anthem:
https://youtu.be/ixqofv-Oi74?si=VVGWYU8kICSc56uw
Ok so yesterday around 11am my youngest child, Zara, 7; barely years old, and I, jumped into my utility vehicle (ute) and drove fifteen minutes or so to Bobbin Head. I enlisted some help from a young lady fishing there, to keep an eye on Zara while I kayaked out to the boat and brought it to shore. Some Chinese folks were around shrieking away in communist Chinese so I said my usual thing they would say to me (in Chinese): you speak Chinese very well! Chinese people say this to non Chinese people in surprised tones. Anyway I don't speak Chinese very well, it's just a subterfuge, kind of like Mr Wolf's blankets in the back seat of Jule's messy car. Anyway so I threw the bow line down to the Chinese guy after he told me in Chinese that I speak Chinese very well (I don't) and motioned for him to tie it down in the cleat. I daresay he didn't know how to do that but most people don't.
After making a coffee on the dreary interior's gimbal (it's not the Ritz in there), Zara and I set off for Akuna Bay, about 80 minutes cruising up the Cowan river which is a tributary of the Hawkesbury River.
Ok so this would be my first stay at a marina while berthing my own boat. Parking (berthing) was easy, I nailed it first attempt, like a pro. I had certainly been on the Newcastle, Sydney to Hobart racing yacht, Mr Sproggles (not its actual name), numerous times as it parked in its berth at Newcastle marina, plus I was a member there with an access key to the amenities for the best part of a year, so I'm somewhat familiar with the routine. Plus of course I'm a member at Avalon sailing club where my kids sail little kiddy sailboats.
So Zara's mother will collect her today and the plan is for me to proceed to Avalon via Broken Bay, it's basically like the Pacific Ocean right there until you're into Pittwater harbour enough for the water to calm down so I wouldn't even be able to attempt that if it ocean swell was more than like a metre. My boat is just not the right size for dealing with the ocean.
Anyway so as mentioned, I've got Sharri Markson's book, 'What really happened in Wuhan', in the boat all the time. I removed the Spanish deck of cards from the boat last night to play chinchon with Zara a little before removing from the marina's quarters to bunk down in the cramped Red Herring. I read chapter ten, Pompeo, before falling asleep. I slept fairly well however I have a slight suggestion of headache potential. Normally I would take one ibuprofen per month or six weeks on average for that. If it was a really bad headache maybe two ibuprofen which would shut it down. Generally I would say I overeat and now that it's winter time there's not much gardening happening so it's like having a holiday for a few weeks with a low work schedule although I'm still driving the bus all weekend.
John Howard and Malcolm Turnbull were on the tube last night in the marina's quarters however the messaging was muffled. Perhaps they were trying to disassociate themselves from the constant drumbeat that all men are wife beaters, it was unclear mumbling and all one could see was John Howard looks very old and Malcolm Turnbull is the guy that promoted gay marriage like a complete moron.
If the statistics stating a continual downturn in spousal violence and homicides are not to be believed, and one is to ignore the fact that the Australian media is in a death fight for survival due to dwindling advertising revenue, low talent and chronic Anglo Saxon nepotism, and audiences due to YouTube and other internet streaming. One might then assume that aforementioned Howard, Turnbull and Markson have been absolutely embroiled in sordid spousal violence of a non consensual nature. Furthermore, if our NSW government du jour, Labor or Liberal, is to be believed, the lovely Markson's husband should probably get Markson to sign off on a NSW government app every time Mr Markson leans in for a kiss, just to prove its consensual: romantic.
Of course, if Mr Howard's significant other has been slapping him around, we can only assume she'll get away with it, as the name of the game is female victimhood at all costs. It's a form of mental illness along with gay marriage and transgender rights.
Alvarez anniversaries, checkout time:
London bombings 7/7/5, while kicking it in Queens, NYC.
RIP pops, 7/7/8, another Alvarez suicides.
Homeward bound, Benji leaves Spain after a seventeen months sojourn, 7/7/97
Anyway so behind that boob tube (tv) at the marina at Akuna Bay, you'll see the laundry room and in there they keep a giant ship steering wheel, about two metre diameter, with a commemorative plaque from April ten, 1981, the PM of the time, Malcolm Fraser, officially opened the marina. There's a lot of that in Australia, commemorative openings and plaques and official openings. Can't remember seeing anything like that in Spain. A married elderly couple from Tasmania, very masterful ocean mariners, were showing me and my daughter their boat and saying how they gave a ride to a Catalunyan muchacha from Hobart to Sydney on their way to Akuna bay. Apparently she never sailed before. She would have been in very good hands.
Anyways moments later, Zara and her mother left. I've finished washing and drying most of the boat linen, including, two pillows, my regular sleeping bag. Blankets. My towel. Sundry clothing. The marina includes free laundry machine use and coffee, sugar, etc.
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