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Apr. 21st, 2015 12:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesMore observations in no particular order:
- Kookaburras sound sufficiently like something I'm used to hearing that I don't immediately think "what's THAT?" when I hear one. But I can't think of what it is I'm used to hearing.
- Having an entire swimming pool to myself is slightly odd.
- On an urban vacation I take pictures of architecture. On this one I've been taking pictures of patterns made by plants.
- Last night I watched a rugby match on TV. They were playing in Sydney in gale force wind and pouring rain. It reminded me of American football before artificial turf and field drainage.
- Apparently I'm very glad I'm not trying to fly out of Sydney until much later in the week. They're having the equivalent of a Category 2 cyclone.
- This morning I had bread and honey for breakfast. I was expecting the honey here to taste different, and it certainly does. Unfortunately I don't care for whatever it tastes like.
- The high tide line here is very far up the beach, but there's nothing in it except occasional rocks and shells and driftwood. No seaweed at all. New Englander that I am, I find that highly strange.
- Kookaburras sound sufficiently like something I'm used to hearing that I don't immediately think "what's THAT?" when I hear one. But I can't think of what it is I'm used to hearing.
- Having an entire swimming pool to myself is slightly odd.
- On an urban vacation I take pictures of architecture. On this one I've been taking pictures of patterns made by plants.
- Last night I watched a rugby match on TV. They were playing in Sydney in gale force wind and pouring rain. It reminded me of American football before artificial turf and field drainage.
- Apparently I'm very glad I'm not trying to fly out of Sydney until much later in the week. They're having the equivalent of a Category 2 cyclone.
- This morning I had bread and honey for breakfast. I was expecting the honey here to taste different, and it certainly does. Unfortunately I don't care for whatever it tastes like.
- The high tide line here is very far up the beach, but there's nothing in it except occasional rocks and shells and driftwood. No seaweed at all. New Englander that I am, I find that highly strange.
