A Toe in the Water

My Mum would be horrified to know that I arrived here Thursday morning and took until Saturday morning to dive into the sea.  I'd describe the temperature as "not at all bad", about halfway between Cape Cod and Murrells Inlet.  It seems to be seaweed season, though, possibly due to yesterday's high winds.  I was up early again and, being civic minded, took an empty supermarket. bag down to Red Beach to pick up any litter and crap brought in by the tide.  Having walked the entire length of the beach, I brought an empty shopping bag back with me.
Nonie, Murphy, Mack & Cassie stayed the night last night, camped out in the living room and on the deck.  Only Murphy was awake when I went for a walk so I took him with me.  Still no sign of  severe jetlag in my sleeping hours yet but tonight is the dread third night.  I have a fairly short list of things I have to do which is fortunate as the only  one I have done is "Buy food".  On Monday I must endeavour to find a doctor and a med lab, open a bank account and try to persuade Work & Income that I am a permanent resident so I can get a discount card for public transport.  Sounds a fun kind of day.
Looking further into the future, son-in-law Dave is still saying he'll accompany me to a one day cricket international and it looks like I will be celebrating my Dad's 120th birthday with a game in Hamilton.  Dave informs me that the best place to watch the T20 games (the quickie version of the game) is on the television as it takes longer to get to and from the ground than the game takes.  Talking of which, there's a five day game on the goggle box right now - may take a squint.

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