On the deck with champagne and the easel!

Tim has taken up painting! The deck  outside our bedroom has become the  artists den. It looks and feels very homely and comfortable. Tubes of paint, brushes and sploshes of colour add to the already ambient characteristics. He sneaks out there and dabbles at least once a day. He says he's getting some confidence up before he ventures  out into an artists group. We picked up an old steriogram from Lifeline and made a cupboard out of it after ditching its innards. He keeps his arty farty gear in there and can be ready to work on his masterpiece at anytime he feels the urge. Me? I am on the other side of the house (calling distance) tapping away at the computer creating my own literal masterpiece! Pigs DO fly. We were toasting to thriftiness in the photo. I had found a hairdresser who charges $20 dollars less than the one I have been using for ages and ages and is local, so I went in and bought a bottle of Asti to celebrate! Frugal! Fantastic! Fun!

Our bikes.

This is what you do to shed the excess. Ride around our beautiful 'Borrowing Pit' which is around 3 kilometres (felt like 10 the first day). It's good for our lungs and keeps all the bending bits mobile. The hardest part was the seat but I am adjusting...slowly! Knees are holding up and so far it's very enjoyable. Tim even rides to the shop and back for the paper. Way to go!



One last big job at Salads Galore for the Oldies.

So many of our friends ask us what we do with out time since retiring. Well, I am hear to tell you the nasty news about retirement! Time goes just as fast as it did while working....faster some days! Catching up on all the chores that  were on the 'gunna' list are getting done...sort of. At least  plans to do them have been made for after we have finished this or that or some other adventure. We were called back into work for a clean up last week....actually we were supposed to do it months ago but never got around to it till just this week. One of  the 'storys' from our time at Salads Galore was the Onion Machine that we bought from Barker Boys in Adelaide some years back. Bloody thing would have worked but it didn't...not efficiently at least and so it was scrapped. Literally. Tim and I pulled all the bits off that were not stainless steel and broke it down to a pile of metal on a pallet. Imagine the Italian engineer who originally put it together   some 30 odd years back! He'd be horrified to think his work of engineering art being destroyed. Bits of it will hang in my garden when I get around to making them. A big gear thingy that has a great sound when you gong it and the name plate that will serve as a reminder of a chapter in our history. I believe there will be a time when we will need such reminders, or so I am told by our dear children who laugh at us getting older. They can laugh...I know their time will come!