The Sunshine Coast: Stars and Neighbors

August 21st

Kellie's neighbor stops to share a few pleasantries: the weather, the water, no whales.
"I lived in Canada. In a shit-town in Ontario."
"What one?"
"London."
"No! Why?! I know people from London. I've even been there. Once."
"Only love brings you to live in London, Ontario."

When Kellie moved in, she asked her neighbor to let her know whether there was anything she could do. Being neighborly and whatnot. Her neighbor informed her that she's highly sensitive to sound, and the metal toilet roll holder attached to the shared cement-block wall was an extreme irritant and to "just, you know, be aware of it, I suppose...."
Kellie took it off and gave it to her neighbor as an offering of goodwill.

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Tom picks me up so I can take in some sights. We head to the National Park and I see a goanna (it's like a mini-dinosaur!). Tom's bag is stolen out of the truck and we run around for a bit, dealing with that "shmozzle" (as Tom refers to it).

At sunset, I go for a long walk on the beach and, after dark, see the most perfect shooting star.

That night, my dreams have a large cast of characters -- friends, family, familiar faces -- all coming by to say hello and wish me well.