Went to the funeral of a remarkable man who died too young.
He liked a particular movie. Music from it featured at the service.
I watched the movie again.
It revolves around a historical event and focuses on creativity, determination, daring, and heart. Just like the man whose life we gave thanks for this morning.
Dropped in at a Camp Karnkendi committee meeting early this evening.
Summer hasn’t quite arrived in Nelson, but the hospitality, as always, was warm.
Full day of meetings concluded.
Train trip and then a shortish drive, and then sleep.
Longer drive to visit family tomorrow.
Then dinner with friends.
After a QLD detour for standing committee meetings and family visits I am now home.
Ten days through five airports (including Melbourne airport in transit today) in four different states, suburban train rides in Sydney and Brisbane; car rides; a drive to Maryborough and back on Sunday (thanks Carolyn for the loan of the 86); a couple of ubers; maybe 5000 klms in total covered; hospitality where I always feel at home in two wonderful homes, six nights at a Novotel in Sydney; one four/five day GAA where I tried to be useful and six standing committee meetings on seven of those days; lodged a couple of administrative petitions with a neighboring state assembly that meets next month (thanks John Wilson), and had more encouraging conversations with friends, family and colleagues than I can count, and now I’m home.
Yes.
I’m having a break.
Starting tomorrow.
I have some movies to watch.
Checked into our accommodation in Sydney.
Heading from the city to Hurstville for breakfast tomorrow. Probably after my morning walk.
We’re over the road from the ABC headquarters.
I have a heart full of thanks for receiving such love.
A big day’s travel.
Thanks to Roger B for driving us home.
Sleep, then Sunday is coming.
