If I was going to dust off my pink paisley Fender Strat and start a new band I think I’d call it, “Ice Crystal Romance”. But of course that has nothing to do with today’s post.

Today before I go on with my story I want to share that Andrew McAuley has begun his next attempt to cross the Tasman Sea. According to his wife Andrew left Tasmania today in favorable conditions and in very good spirits. He hopes to complete the crossing in less than 30 days. Of course we’re all right there wishing Andrew all the luck in the world. The talent and determination bit he’s already got covered!! – thanks for the news Karel.

So, I got up this morning and wrote. Then I highlighted and deleted. Wrote some more and deleted some more, which in the end brought us back to this. I’m suffering a major distraction today. Something I’ll share in some form or another of the next few days. But suffice to say it’s to do with the trip and a phone call. It leaves me too nervous to feel happy, sad, silly or morose. You never know what people will say or do. Yet you always try to anticipate. Then you think. . . If they say this. . I’ll say that. You want to be heard, respected and taken seriously. All the while trying to be friendly and inviting. . It’s like verbal fencing. That’s why I envy people who can just blurt out whatever they feel. It must be wonderful. .

I’ll let you know how the call goes. Slip off your shoes and cross your toes for me. . .