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Tim Tams -- nature's perfect food

So, lots to catch up on here, and it may have to be done piecemeal because we might go out to Hanging Rock today, and even if we don't, I might wander off to do something else just because I can.

By the way, if you haven't ever seen the movie Picnic at Hanging Rock, you should. It's gorgeous and haunting and I want the soundtrack in the worst way, and oh my God, I bet I could find it here! AND the book!

Maybe I should work my way backwards. Last night we had dinner with Indra and Luc (pronounced Looch, short for Luciano), a lovely, lovely couple who are friends with Dan and Stewart. We went to the local pub for dinner, which means that we walked out the front door of 74 McKean Street (where I am staying with Dan and Stewart), went around the corner and up to the top of the next block, and went in the door of a cheerful, spacious pub called Recreation. The food was great, the conversation even better, and afterward we walked back home for some tea (chamomile for me) and I was in bed and asleep by 11:30.

I was tired because earlier things went rather well with Mr. PK for a good part of the day. So, you know . . . lucky me. :)

And prior to that I had taken the tram into the city fairly early in the morning and spent the day wandering around and shopping for some bundle-up clothes since everyone has assured me that I will freeze, shiver, die, freeze, and die some more at Philip Island if I don't dress for Antarctic exploration. The shops are all having their mid-winter clearance sales. It's so disorienting -- while I was looking for some shoes at Peter Sheppard, I realized that the music playing over the sound system was "Baby It's Cold Outside"!

Meanwhile I read that it's well into the 100s every day in Austin. Ugh.

So, I have some pictures. I'll try to get those up and a link posted for now, and come back and write some more later. It's 9:30 on Saturday morning, by the way, and I've been up since 5 reading and dozing and playing with Dora (I have succeeded in translating her love of slapping at outstretched hands into a convincing "Gimme five" routine -- next up, we learn "up high").