'GIVE US SOME PICTURES GILLIS!' cried the masses

mmmm, nah, not this week.

So lately I have been taking Spin classes at the gym. Sort of difficult to start but after your third visit your butt can just sense the numbness and preps itself accordingly. So the two classes a week are normally split between two ladies who can work you pretty well through various exercises and increases in the tension. Now the last class, both ladies were on vacation, so we had Brad. Now Brad was an interesting chap. After we had gotten our bikes set up, Brad switches OFF the lights...and turns just three on, the three that shine on the little instructor stage. Yes it appears we were in for some sweat AND theatre. Well, we get going well enough but then Brad starts shouting (He has too, his music is so loud) to increease the tension levels, quarter of a turn, half a turn and whatnot. This is easier said than done as I CANNOT SEE THE FREAKIN' DIAL BRAD. Oh, and it got worse. About a half hour into it the dancing started...Now I am a playful enough guy. I will join in the stretching, and I have danced many times in clubs, but I draw the line at dancing on a bike. Well it appears that I was the only on in the class not and I get admonished by BRAD...uhhh....how can you see me, YOU TURNED THE FREAKIN'LIGHTS OUT...what a *#&@.

I suppose if that is the worst this to happen to me this summer, I will have gotten off easy.

On another note, the plans for the latest expansion at the Gillis Vineyards goes on. The pool is going to be spraymapped this Tuesday. So next summer the fine weather (32 DEGREES YESTERDAY...YEAH WE ALL LIVE IN IGLOOS) will not disturb the Gillis's. But this does raise a problem. It involves my dear friend Simon and his glorious hole. You see Simon, your hole has been replaced, made redundant, outclassed, outmoded. Basically it's old news, unwanted, unused, unappreciated.

Well, you get the idea.

So it seems that I passed all my courses (Those late night phone-crys to my profs must have worked). That means another year abroad. And then...maybe one more? or two? or sixty-three? We shall see.

I must go fold my laundry as I am going to the vineyard for the next couple of days, bruschetta and books all day mmmmm.

And I will update again next Sunday, the 6th.

Clicking off,

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