Today was packed with a host of diverse events and activities. It started with the alarm clock waking us at just before 0500 so that we could be available for the closing of escrow on our second condominium. Our thanks go out to our friend Lisa for being or Power of Attorney once again.

Once that was out of the way, it was time to divide and conquer. After a morning coffee at the Birkenhead Shopping Mall, Roy headed to the chandlery to purchase what we thought was the last of our parts and spares. Unfortunately they didn't have the new wind generator we want, so hopefully that can be procured elsewhere.

Elaine, on the otherhand, started her journey through the Australian medical system. While she was very apprehensive about her appointment this morning,  it was without reason.  She has a fabulous doctor and a battery of tests, MRIs and X-rays have been scheduled. Fortunately nothing life threatening or crippling is suspected, but it seems a treatable underlying problem is likely after all.

Lunch consisted of a rather interesting and unusual sushi meal before heading back to Paw Paw to drop off all our purchases. With the rest of the day at our disposal, we decided to return to shore and explore a little further afield.

After wondering through King George's Park and a beautiful residential area of period homes, we stumbled upon Darling Street and the suburb of Rozelle. While window shopping in the quaint and rather trending shops lining the street, we encountered the delightful owner of the Persian Rug Bazaar. When we informed him that, although we weren't in the market to purchase a rug and that neither of us knew much about Persian rugs, but would love the opportunity to browse around, he was more than willing to educate us on these handmade marvels. It was an absolutely fascinating "tour", where we learnt about the entire process, including how to discern their value, where some have recently been sold at auction for millions of dollars. Sadly, however, like many ancient crafts we have had the pleasure of encountering during our travels, it too is dying with the existing generation of craftsmen.

Finally, given our new "footloose and fancy free" status after unloading the last of our properties, we found a pleasant venue to celebrate the sale and entered into a rather philosophical conversation about where we might live once we decide to "swallow the hook". Given the fact that we have one too many options and would want to consider our immediate family members, especially the grandchildren, we decided to leave it in Gods hands, safe in the knowledge that it will all work out as it is intended to.

Tonight, a dinner on board of bangers and mash, accompanied by some bubbly, was a fitting end to a very eventful day.