i'm stressed out.

Ask Vincent. He knows.
I won't bore you with details though, because I like you all more than that.
Instead, I'd like to share my balcony with you this morning.



Notice all the lorikeets who came to give me a "you can do it!" motivational chirp as well as all of my very very cool plants.

quelle chaleur!

For those non-metric people, that's 103.6 degrees Fahrenheit.

Lindsay is going to wait for the rain before heading out on her first post-op 7km run (four more weeks and I'll be around the loop at Centennial Park).

In the meantime, I'm going to day dream about air-conditioning and wish I was somewhere with it.

priorities

recent conversation with Vincent; we were discussing the possibility of our building collapsing from a weak foundation:

Vincent: If you could save one thing what would it be?
Lindsay: My harddrive (that has my PhD on it).
Vincent: Oh. I would have saved you... I see where I stand.

Oops.

the great frog appeal

Photo by Robyn Moore*

Apparently, frogs are going bye-bye in a way that rivals the great dinosaur extinction. That is very bad for the earth. Help save them if you care about your (real, imaginary, future, or other people's) children. You are also allowed to save them because you love the planet!

Let the Amphibian Avenger tell you more about it





*I don't know who Robyn is, but dang, she can take great photographs of craz-diculous frogs!

tasmania, part 2

Imagine with me. A lovely tasmanian forest. A bright, sunny morning. Echidnas and wallabies search for breakfast. A yellow-tailed black cockatoo makes her presence known overhead. Peaceful, right? I'd even suggest serene.

It was not to last.

The first one was an baby one, they encouraged. Just 10-15 meters. Easy-peasy. And it was. It was fun and delightful. The second one was not so bad either, although at the end of it we were suddenly 26 meters/85 feet off the ground discussing the "sturdiness" of the platform we were standing on. Hm. Hands a little shaky, we moved on. This time, it was a short run, very short--do not be fooled, they warned--this was one of the fastest. To be sure we didn't miss the end we had to break ourselves until half way. Vincent took that as a sign to be a bad-ass. Dad too. I took it as a sign to value being alive. We forge ahead and meet the longest one. We have to traverse a river valley--400 meters/1,313 feet long--and look for gigantic crayfish. I didn't see one but I didn't die either, so I'm marking that as in the "win" column. And at the very end we had to simulate a free fall and resist the urge to grab onto anything. I did anyway. Eh.

Even so, I think it's safe to say we'd all do it again--what a great adventure.