Letters from Base Camp #9
8th June
2007
Those of you who know I am a keen bird watcher will understand why for Pete's treat today we made a special trip to a great store we had passed previously called Wild Birds Unlimited, which turned out to have everything for the backyard enthusiast.
While I spent a pleasant time looking at all the feeders, various feeds for birds never seen in the UK and a fascinating cd on the habits of humming birds,another cd trilled out a variety bird calls.
Pete chatted to Ron, an interesting man originally from Louisiana who was also able to tell me about various birds that can be seen in the area.
Despite being tempted by various bird related items, I actually bought the best pair of gardening gloves I've ever seen.
We were on our way to Joel's. He had invited us over to meet his lovely mum Jettie who has kindly offered to take me out next Monday afternoon while Pete and Joel do something with 'ribs.' It's a man thing.
We did not stay long as Pete was feeling fatigued, he still has some recovering to do.
The good news is he has now got his appetite back, which is a relief and a good sign.
So, back at camp while he slept, I reviewed my jogging schedule. Yesterday, while he was awake and I wasn't going to disturb him I was able to increase the course and include the eight kitchen tiles.
The previous day's scenic route around the armchair had been very taxing, but it was good to feel that extra burn.
To be honest I wasn't feeling very joggy today so I did some yoga instead and for making the effort I treated myself afterwards to a handful of chocolate raisins.
The temperature today was 80 and it is a very dry heat. My throat has been dry and my nose blocked since I got here and so following the advice Pete had been given by a friend, living in Phoenix, who suggested that what we thought were colds were probably sinus blockages, I downed a decongestant, drank bucket loads of water and smeared my poor nose and lips with Vaseline.
Things became a bit serious when I was in the shower following the instruction "cup your hands to catch some water and sniff as hard as you can to get moisture up your nose."
Does anyone else remember the pain of diving in a swimming pool and water shooting into what felt like your brain?
I won't be doing that again in a hurry I think I'd rather risk the chance of "hard bloody bogies that hurt like a bandit." ……….
the blue-tit signing out |
