Wandering to Waihi in the Waikato

Enough of the big Smoke of Auckland - yesterday I packed up most of my goods and chattels and took a slow leisurely drive to daughter Georgia's house in Waihi.  We have a few odd jobs lined up to keep me busy while I'm here, starting with building a low retaining wall and removing a chunk of chain link fence.  The local council is offering grants of up to $300 for roadside improvement projects such as this and she hopes to get some cash from that.  Nothing like hefting lumps of 150x50 timber around to get the circulation going.  Needless to say, this activity will be followed by falling into the Pacific at Waihi Beach.  The water there is a bit cooler than Orewa but I think I will survive without wet suit.
Georgia and I celebrated New Year's Eve last night with a barbecue (actually steamed food) at a house she used to own on the edge of Waihi.  A very nice group of people there, only one of whom insisted on talking about Trump (he was pissed so I'll let him off).  We left about 9 as Cassie was due home and we managed to stay up until 11 before calling it a night.  It's very dark here at night and I had the good common sense to open my bedroom curtains when I went for a leak at 4 a.m.  Someone had done a Hogwarts on the stairs, though and it took me a while to find my way down and back up again.  Disaster was, however, averted.
On the health front (it's what this blog is supposed to be about), I am going to need to find a lab as soon as poss to keep those tests on schedule.  My last lot of results had some nasty low numbers in and I want to see if they've bounced back.  I must also keep an eye on the date as I am due for a drug free week fairly soon.  A day sitting on my bum doing nothing sounds really appealing - maybe I'll manage a lazy evening instead.

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