A photo-less blog...

The thing about moving is that certain items, even important items, items like that cord that goes from the digital camera to the computer, for instance, become separated from their intended place. I'm confident that it will show up, probably in the freezer with the frozen banana guacamole, but for the moment it means that my vivid narrative will be all that is available to evoke the images of beautiful WA.

So it was a great visit with Kirk, who has returned to the US, but left his wallet behind for us to remember him by. Kirk got us out sailing, checking out the stars, and convinced me to play a round of the most embarassing disc golf ever seen in the southern hemisphere. An afternoon on a historic tall ship, kayaking on the glassy waters of Geographe bay, watching as Kirk took several thousand photos in the wildlife park...all of these were highlights of a visit that started with helping up move house, and ended with a fantastic dinner on the beach.

What we didn't do, of course, was plan far enough in advance to get the cheap tickets to Singapore as we had previously hoped. Instead, we spent this last weekend dressed in skin-tight neoprene and mouth-breathing. We kept a promise that we had made to each other almost 10 years ago, and finally started our recreational scuba training.

This weekend, we finish with our open-water dives, and will get our PADI certification in anticipation of finally seeing what lies beneath the surface of the Indian ocean. Other than sharks, I mean. And deadly jellyfish. And lethal blue-ringed octopi. And deadly sea shells (I'm not making that up, even the shells can kill ya). It's no safer on land, however, so we thought that we may as well be cool while escaping from deadly peril.

Well, I've got to go assemble some more goodies from IKEA, but there will be a photo update as soon as I find that cable.

And where did the frozen banana guacamole go!?