Getting better all the time
It's a beautiful day here in Asheville - 60 degrees and barely a puff of wind. We obviously haven't paid our bill for winter. Even the large chunk of ice from our icemaker that I threw outside on Sunday has finally melted. Susan went back to work today having looked after me without mollycoddling over the last month. It being such a nice day and with very little that really needs to be done, I headed to Biltmore for a stroll through the gardens.
I parked at the bottom of the hill by the conservatory and went and had a nostalgic mooch through the pongas (pathetic little specimens compared with what we had in Titirangi). Then on up the hill to the house, about half a mile by rather circuitous route. I can't have seen ore than a dozen people other than Biltmore gardeners the whole way. Moral - good time to visit Biltmore is 10 a.m. on a warm winter Wednesday. I stopped to admire the view from the terrace (translation - to gasp for breath) and then enjoyed the downhill return journey. May make a regular habit of this if the weather will co-operate. Will take a camera next time. Only fly in the ointment was some dickhead spammer calling my cellphone. I've tried installing spam blockers but they say they have installed but haven't. Will try to suss that out this arvo.
Next job was to tell Charter we really don't want their cable TV service any more as it isn't up to much. We're all glad to have AT&T back again. We switched to Charter to save money and are now paying less for AT&T than we paid for Charter. Do this a few more times and the cable company will be paying us.
Meanwhile, I'm feeling great. My beard has started growing again, somewhat patchily and my moustache is showing signs of falling out. Can't see any signs of change, positive or negative, on top of my head. I think a good energetic sit is called for this afternoon.
I parked at the bottom of the hill by the conservatory and went and had a nostalgic mooch through the pongas (pathetic little specimens compared with what we had in Titirangi). Then on up the hill to the house, about half a mile by rather circuitous route. I can't have seen ore than a dozen people other than Biltmore gardeners the whole way. Moral - good time to visit Biltmore is 10 a.m. on a warm winter Wednesday. I stopped to admire the view from the terrace (translation - to gasp for breath) and then enjoyed the downhill return journey. May make a regular habit of this if the weather will co-operate. Will take a camera next time. Only fly in the ointment was some dickhead spammer calling my cellphone. I've tried installing spam blockers but they say they have installed but haven't. Will try to suss that out this arvo.
Next job was to tell Charter we really don't want their cable TV service any more as it isn't up to much. We're all glad to have AT&T back again. We switched to Charter to save money and are now paying less for AT&T than we paid for Charter. Do this a few more times and the cable company will be paying us.
Meanwhile, I'm feeling great. My beard has started growing again, somewhat patchily and my moustache is showing signs of falling out. Can't see any signs of change, positive or negative, on top of my head. I think a good energetic sit is called for this afternoon.
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