Heads Like Bowling Balls / Thursday 18.2.10

Rained quite hard last night at about half past midnight and rinsed away a fair amount of the snow. By the time I got up the world outside was no longer a white wilderness, but a patchy green tundra.

Spent the morning setting up my tiny computer to recognize my writing pad – digital, or rather, to recognize my hand writing. As we left the building in the afternoon, it was still trying to make sense of the test pieces I’d had to write. By the time we got back, it was done and the few pages of sample sentences and digits I had scribbled seemed to convert to typed text reasonably well.  

Amanda, even when on holiday, slaved, yes, SLAVED, on that computer every day

MeWally got bored with my scribbling and set off to walk up a mountain and look at birds. He didn’t make it back before we went off to the slopes. We left him behind. I had vague visions of him stuck under an avalanche without his phone, or any of us worrying. Of course when we got back, he was here, happy and chatty.

The views he had during his walk in the hills and woods above the chalet were fab.

The snow on the slopes was soft and mushy. The sky mega blue. My edges blunt. Wizzy wizzy day.

Eggnchips tonight, followed by air hockey and ten pin bowling beside Lake Annecy. 

Amanda, suspiciously brill. at air hockey. 

Sorry fellas, but on the Dart weekend, it struck me how much things have changed. So many hearing aids, grey hairs and glasses. Tonight I noticed a row of bald heads illuminated by the flash from my camera. I turned it off: the reflected light was screening my view of the skittle alley beyond!

10 pin bowling. The Prize? The remaining piece of chocolate tart from last night’s meal. Paul won. Me nil.

Here's me sitting at the table (no, not the loo roll shot) in hope of a few crumbs from the prize. No chance, it had been scoffed before I got into the house.