Tuesday, 16 October 2007

Snail Superwoman

The torrents of rain we have been suffering here in Wellington have had numerous side effects. My car smells like a wet sock. I have a collection of five pairs of wet trainers gathered at work, sitting by my heater. Daylight savings has allowed us to enjoy the long, light evenings. From inside.

Luckily there seem to be some enjoying the endless water. And noone loves the damp more than my favourite one footed friend, the snail. I have been spending an inordinate amount of time relocating these rather adventurous gastropoda from the most bizarre of locations. One almost met an ugly end on our work's automatic door. I guess it is only a matter of time until the slugs start rearing their heads. Somehow something is a whole lot uglier without a shell...

I vaguely remember it being sunny for an hour or so, yesterday morning. Thank god that passed. I was almost feeling somewhat uplifted for a while there. Phew. Back to a nationwide cloud of depression.

Thursday, 4 October 2007

Last Friday for the Tasman Street Massive

It is a funny little Wellington I live in. This little biosphere of intelligent people making their way in the wind.

I heard an interesting statistic the other day. It may just be hearsay, but most of the interesting ones are anyway, aren't they?
Apparently there are seven single women in Wellington for every one single man. My first thought that came to mind was 'where is this one single man?'

I can easily identify the screaming hordes of single women, but the single man? Perhaps he is at the bottom of a pile somewhere. If you peel all the single women away, he will be cowering at the bottom. Or has been driven into hiding by the constant and incessant harassment from seven single women.

Today is our last Friday in 74a. It has been a great ride with my beautiful flatmates. Tomorrow we go our separate ways. Off for more wonderful adventures. I'll miss the red wines, the cups of tea, the condiments and our insanely good shower. I'll miss stealing your products in the bathroom, and I'll miss hearing the late night music drift through the walls.

Monday, 1 October 2007

Fifth to last Monday of work

I'm cursing daylight savings for at least the next hour or so, simply because it made me haul my arse out of bed at what was really 5.20am this morning. My two coffees had zero effect on me whatsoever. This troubles me, because I begin to wonder if I might have to up my intake to 3 coffees. And that is unchartered waters.

This day in six weeks time I will be (hopefully) still aloft in my Air Tahiti Nui plane, bound for NY. Bagels, museums and fat, intelligent newspapers await.