She's waiting for me to write my own version, and so I left the book on the shelves at Vinnies after our early-morning swim, and instead bought William Willis' "The Epic Voyage of the Seven Little Sisters" in which he describes sailing his raft farther and faster than the six-man crew of the Kon-Tiki did theirs - and he did it alone! A true bluewater classic which is worth every cent of the eight dollars!
It's a neck-and-neck race whose outcome will not be known for another two weeks. If what comes true what the rest of the world it fearing, I'd better acquaint myself with this devil-we-already-know, and so I lashed out another $2.50 for his boastful book of lies, lies, and more lies.
And I found a beautiful hardcover of "The Ascent of Money - A Financial History of the World" (of which I already have the DVDs) and Paul Theroux's "Fresh-Air Fiend - Travel Writings, 1985-2000". Happy and hungry, it was time for a lunch of barramundi at the Catalina Golf Club.
And that's it for another day in retirement. I'm back in a supine position on the sundrenched verandah by the river with my books and a can of Coke - are you reading this, Des? - and I wonder what the rich people are doing.
