Special Ops

There are three Op Shops I have found so far on Bribie. I did the rounds yesterday morning straight after breakfast. I found one new cotton shirt for three dollars, which was a bargain, but most ot what was available did not appeal. Some of the second hand stuff was as shabby as the clothes I have already, and in any case, not the sort of thing I’d wear.

I never thought retirement would see me rummaging for cast off clothing. Have all my hopes and dreams come to nought?

Yesterday turned out to be one of those unexpectedly busy days in which quite a lot got done. Mainly by accident. I’ve been going through a spring cleaning and re-evaluation process, sorting out clothes and other bric a brac I no longer need or want. I was planning to mop the floor sooner or later but had to bring the plan forward when I dropped a pot of coffee. That meant I had to wash the grinds out of the rug and mat. That meant that I needed to use my hose. Which meant I had to replace the washer in the outside tap, which had frozen. That in turn meant I had to hunt through the toolboxes in the front compartment for washers and tools. Which led to me spending an hour tidying and organising the locker.

None of that was good for my poor old legs and back. On top of it all, the day was a scorcher, so I was hot, sweaty and achy when I set off on the bike for the heavenly release of freedom from gravity in the pool. I hurt more than usual, and halfway along First Avenue, near the memorial gardens, I switched the bike from minimum assist to medium. That shaved a few minutes off the travel time, and also let me know that I actually had been contributing quite a bit to the pedalling before. According to the manual, on minimum assist the motor only helps up to 6km/hr. After that it’s all me. To go faster you need to use the accelerator, which I keep switched off. I turn it on only to assist my take off at an intersection.

It was after three when I got to the pool. Two thirds of the lanes were still taken up by school swimming squads. I had to share a lane for a while. I put my ninety minutes in and when I saw there were more people arriving, called it a day at that.

The swim, and the hot shower that followed, relaxed me. Pedalling home was easier. I was really hungry. The sort of hunger that says you have been burning energy.

Before I set out I had cut a thick 100g fillet of barramundi into cubes and left it to marinate in lime and lemon juice. By the time I returned it was chemically cooked and ready to put into my version of Kokoda , a Fijian dish of marinated fish in coconut cream with onion, tomato and chillies. I threw in some celery and capsicum to make it a complete meal served on lettuce leaves . It was really good. As good as any I remember having in Fiji.

The recipe is here. I recommend you give it a go. Delicious and good for you.

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

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