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I've been away for about a week...as I am flat out right now, I have posted the riot diaries on my web site...www.cathydee.com (Riot Diaries) then scroll down to menu on right to June 11th....
Sorry about this
Cheers
Cath
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June 10th
I spent the morning whizzing around the Waimak River on a jet boat.
No, seriously- I did.
I had to photograph it from the bank and then of course I suggested; as you do; that some photographs taken from the boat itself would be a good idea.
Having bragged about my experiences crewing on a racing yacht (consisting mainly of handing out drinks to the thirsty crew, and looking the part) (I was young and ‘gorgeous’ then; it was a long time ago) and having gone on a bit about my cast iron stomach on stormy seas, I leapt into the boat eagerly, with Gary – a world champion race boat driver and his wife and co-pilot Karen (also a good friend).
We zoomed off with a flurry of white foam; it was fantastic – until I raised my camera to my face to take a photo. The weirdest thing happened; I was overcome by a mountain of nausea. I put the camera down and felt vaguely normal. I picked it up again and sure enough every time I looked through the view finder my stomach heaved.
“Just try to get a photo of the back of the boat with the water” said Gary cheerfully. I raised the camera and nearly lost my breakfast. We flew around the river at speed, doing impressive sweeping turns that had me feeling sicker by the second.
Fortunately, just at the moment I was thinking we may have to call an ambulance in, Gary whizzed the boat up onto the strategically placed boat trailer.
It took me all day to recover.
Karen and I paid a quick visit to our other friend Karen (everyone is called Karen around here except me); “I’m a bit worried about Cathy” said ‘Boating Karen’; “she’s been a bit subdued since being in the boat”. The other Karen took one look at my green face and had this to say, “Gary wear his speedos did he?”
I’m off to New Plymouth tomorrow, in a plane, oh joy, the excitement, and the nausea never ends.
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I fully understand the nausea bit; it is just one of the many reasons I quit fishing with Bo. All day bobbing up and down in the water; no lunch because I can't keep it down, no bathroom; and THIS is FUN?!!
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I know what you mean.. I can't read while in a car... makes me sick! I think it may have to do with focusing .....
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Poor you take care, hugs
June 9th
My Mother is back.
She rang me as I was putting the horses’ pajamas on.
She sounded remarkably perky for someone who had just endured about 150 hours of flight.
“So what’s news?” she asked as if she really expected me to be the one with all the news.
Apparently Laura, my Brother Steve’s wife, had somehow managed to get Mum premium seats right up the front of the plane, next to the alcohol cabinet, with plenty of leg space in case she should happen to slide out of her seat.
From there, I gathered, she was able to ensure the pilots headed in vaguely the right direction (questionable considering the amount of time it took her to get home) and the cabin crew were able to receive helpful hints on everything from baggage compartment organization to child handling.
In return, it appears my Mother was regularly topped up with just the right amount of food and brandy and was able to get some exercise by launching herself at regular intervals around the plane on a sort of meet and greet marathon.
“I feel so much fitter than when I left” she said.
I’m going up to New Plymouth with Mum’s sister on Wednesday and we’re taking her in to get a grease and oil change - anyone sounding this perky after enduring that amount of time in an airplane has clearly been sniffing far too much aviation fuel.
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hahahaha!!!! I can visualize the whole thing!
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lol, lovely
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hugs. i feel your pain.
bmoney
OH CATH I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL I HOPE THAT YOU GET BACK ON YOUR FEET SOON LOVE YA ...BECCA
ANGEL2BE
Hugs! Hope you get to feeling better soon !!
repoman1
LMAO oh dear there seems to be a little translation problem...when I say flat out, what I mean is very busy - Flat out like a lizzard drinking is the entire term I believe. LOL
Sorry about that ;-) and thanks for your concern
xxx
snork
Take care and slow down and "smell the roses", kiddo, hugs
redsilverfox
We call that, "Busier than a cat covering crap on a marble floor" or "Busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kickin' contest."
guypaul
Oh ok sorry so your are hauling ass ! lol same as flat out in redneck terms lol Hugs
repoman1
We call that "busier than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs!"
Missing you - hope to talk soon!
PeaceN2You