"Take Your Dad To Work" Day



A couple of long nights' sleep (no jigsaw) have me back in working order.  I averted the disaster of the missing glutamine by plucking up the courage to go to the local muscle builders' shop (nzmuscle.com) where they couldn't have been more welcoming to my lumbering flab if they'd tried (which is more than I can say for the miserable bugger at The Rock Shop where I bought new ukulele strings.  The young guy who helped me try out the pickup was terrific but the older one who sold me the strings was far more intent on  sticking price labels on stuff than he was on being helpful). But I digress - I picked up a whole kilo of glutamine, pineapple flavor, no less which makes a pleasant change from the "ground chalk" flavor I've been taking for the last 2 years.
And so today which was, indeed, Take Your Dad To Work Day.  Nonie was doing a photo shoot for NZ artist
Teresa Trzan and asked if I'd like to troll along.  But of course!  I also took along my trusty Brownie Instamatic to take some photos (OK, it's a Panasonic DMC-ZS40) and fulfilled the role of photographer's dogsbody with great pleasure.  And so to the beach with a mass of kids to get myself drowned much to their collective delight.  I have forsaken my usual sci-fi in favour of "The Book of Joby" which is proving to be a remarkably good read, getting right inside the mind of a 9 year old with far more subtlety than the likes of the Wimpy Kid books.
Maybe time for a movie or a Month Python DVD tonight if I can get this sand out of my eye first.

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