Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Wednesday, February 13

On  Sunday, to celebrate my birthday, Marilyn and I decided to have lunch at a small restaurant called Sue Na Mi in the village of Beauty Point.  Jamie and Nera were keen to join us.  With the name you might expect Thai or something more exotic but it was unpretentious and the board out the front offered Sunday Roasts.  The only people in Tassie who eat out on a Sunday are Seniors and Bikers.  If you don't want hairy men in leather jackets cluttering up your restaurant, you need to aim for the older segment of the market.



In fact, the food was great.  Jamie and I both chose the steak cooked on a hot stone at our table and served with garlic prawns. It's a bit cheeky, expecting the customer to cook his own lunch when he's paying for the expertise of a trained chef!  But it was good.  The last time I had my food cooked on a hot stone was in 2006 at Clark Quay in Singapore.  After this delight, we moved on to Raffles Hotel to drink Singapore Slings and throw peanut shells on the floor.  We were in Singapore for our 40th Anniversary Cruise on the Gemini.  Great memories!

So, more than three quarters of a century have passed and I'm still taking up space on this planet.  Twice in the past week I've heard mention in the media of the movie Logan's Run where people who had passed their productive years were helped on their way.  I'm not a proponent of that idea, but I do want to think that I can still make a contribution.  I think a lot about how to minimise my effect on diminishing the world's resources and worry about the multi-billionaires who can't live without their personal jets, enormous yachts and conspicuous spending.  I hope the size of my footprint is reasonable for an old bloke who lives simply.