Last night, my Dad came home from nine months of bumming around Europe with
Barbara, his girlfriend. He grew his beard and hair, and looks even more
like an older version of me. I only remember his old beard from photos, but
now it’s a wisened grey, and his hair is long enough to wear in a totally
unrighteous ponytail. I can’t say I didn’t fall for that myself, though. We
caught up over some much-needed champagne and vegemite, hearing about the
snow, lucky traveller syndrome, and animated descriptions of how terrible
Italian drivers are. (My Dad used to be a model “Bloody Volvo
Driver”, so take that with a pinch of salt.)
Meanwhile, Pipka’s presents arrived today - a new bed and a Weber barbeque.
We’re going to have a party or something next week to bless the barbie, but
I guess we should give it a practice run first. But… OH MAN… I’m going
to be giving the bed a solo practice run for the next week because Pipka’s
just been roped into going to Adelaide for work. Suckerific.
Planning to go to SLUG’s Debian SIG Bug Squishing
Party next Saturday. Hopefully we can smack some bugs up real good. If
you’re in or around Sydney on the 13th, come along. Sarge needs you.
