Ahh quiet airports, feel lucky now. 2 days later there's a security scare, the whole lot is shut down cause someone missed being screened. People pulled off planes all over. Airport is evacuated and the whole place is in turmoil for a good 3 hours.
You wouldnt think that it would be such a disaster at 3am when the whole joint is quiet and the backpackers and missed tourists are making claims on territory.
Bloody hell, well at least I can say that there's another experience chalked up to lifes great moments. I've camped out in an airport for longer than I care to think about.
So here's my travel tips for the not so unwary, Pack earplugs, pack a mask and pack something warm. Tho even newspapers will do if it gets that bad, and there's another bike riding tip. They're really warm stuffed down the jacket, ask anyone who lives on the street.
Back to work today tho after 40 winks at home and taking it easy. Got thru the pile of stuff steadily. Not quite done yet but its getting there.
A few other dramas from friends in the week and it's not good. A mate whos recently a Dad, he's racing home yesterday as his wife is heamorraging, gets home 10 minutes before the ambulance arrives, his wife s practically passed out from blood loss, 2wk old baby screaming in the cot.
The baby is fine and she's in hospital recovering. horrific to think only a few years ago in the scheme of things she may have died.  Back home, he's trying to remove blood stains from the grout.
Another mate, much older, was dubious about a liver problem definitely has a tumor but Big Al can't be operated on till he's lost 25 kilos in 8 weeks. I daresay the extra weight he's been carrying hasn't helped. But I'm about to go an offer my assistance in whatever way I can as he's president of a club I'm in, and a damned nice fellow. So deserves whatever help comes his way.
Got the bums rush from a forum, seems my intolerant 'attitude' definitely put some offside. My bad luck just happened to be that I made an enemy of the wife of the sites owner.
Tho I don't care too much, it's a bit of a joke really. Petty politics and all that. And well I learned a long time ago pulling myself out of phycosis (part of the learning curve) that if you don't stand up for yourself and what you believe in, then sure as hell, no one else is going to do it for you. Simple equation.
Some like it, some don't. These days I can't be fooked with the don'ts.
So yeah its all about 'attitude'. And as the saying goes.
Friends come and go, enemies accumulate. The trick is to not make too many enemies.
So after a hard day at the office, it was real nice to come home. First on the list was to change the visor (getting dark now this part of the world in the evening), and pour a nice drop of duty free and several more and sit out on the verandah with the other half talking over the day.
My boss has decided to buy a glider and I said " Good on you, go for it, you don't want to get to 50 or 60 and wish you did". I'm sure he'll be paying for it for quite a few years to come. But he'll manage Im sure and I'll probably moan about it when the bills come in. But hell there's a big sky out there.
A fella came in the office today, and while waiting for someone else, talked about his guest experiences on a meeting night with the Masons, or is that the Templar Knights?
Anyway, quite amusing his thoughts on the proceedings, I know this group does some work for the community, but what? Guys in little aprons, clockwise round a big G in the ceiling, staffs n such.
I'm sure we've all heard the rumors and I suppose it's a bit like the first photos n movies of Mecca.
Is that all?
What there's no Goat sacrifice, just a bunch of God Botherers banging staffs and praying for who knows what?
He said, when asked from Masons how he enjoyed it, and I quote....
"My weirdo meter was way out of whack"
"I'd prefer masturbating with a cheese grater"
"Holy crap, thats my daughters teacher out there wearing an apron - Why can't they be girls?"
Later on I tried to demonstrate the secret handshake to my offsider, I don't think she understood the connotations of my secret handshake, well the one my husband showed me.
You know the one, the tickle on the palm of the hand.
I might have to explain it to her tomorrow.
*ding* times up, gotta go contact Big Al. take a load off for him. Get him better I hope. Don't want to be planning to go to his funeral just yet.