The list. Three weeks to go...

I've dropped the ball a bit with the documentation here, but the list grows steadily smaller as the countdown to the end of the year picks up pace. To wit:

1. Go swimming with the kid. 
2. Collingwood Children's Farm. Done. We went yesterday, with the kid's cousin and his mama. I think the kid was probably still a bit young to really have a blast, but he was content to watch D running around chasing roosters, and he had a bit of a pat of a guinea pig. (I have never understood the attraction with those creatures. Weird, they are. And, I believe, delicious.) Here he is poking a goat in the eye.

3. Re-stock the wood pile at the farm.
4. RUN at least once a week. Yeah. Kind of. My back is farked. Going to the physio today. We'll see.
5. Eat a lobster roll at Golden Fields. Yes! It did not disappoint!
6. Finish the Japan book. Slowly plugging away at this, every now and then. Need The Boy to cull the aikido photos down. Getting there.
7. Family photos. Lovely. So lovely. And in 30 years I might have forgotten about how much they cost.
8. Plant some vegies (tomatoes, lettuce, carrots). I have bought tomato seeds and pots and dirt, etc. They mock me from the balcony. Perhaps that will be tonight's entertainment while The Boy is at his end of year dinner thingy.
9. Have people over for brunch.
10. Eat some sourdough from Firebrand.
11. Date night x 1, 2, 3. Golden Fields counts as #3, and that's the trifecta! Hooray!
12. Frame the kid's birth certificate. Oh yes. Must do this. Must find it first.
13. Have a massage. Does a physio visit count? This may yet happen.
14. Take the kid to the beach. Any day now.
15. Be able to run around the Tan by NYE! TBC...

Making progress. And feeling fine about perhaps not knocking the whole list over before the end of the year. Especially because in between all these things, there has also been movement on that other boring list that everyone has, like go to the dentist, get the tax done, blah, blah. No one seems to have cleaned the oven yet though. Where is that maid?