I hate doing things twice. I blogged already but I lost it in a fit of blondeness.. it wasn't well written but it was written. Do you really need to know I [rosie and kiki and I] went on a bit of a soft-bender on Friday night? do you need to know that we all went out for dinner with Tim and Siggy and Neil from Qbix? do you need to know we found a table full of Italian waiters in a closed CinCin? And do you really need to know about the skinny british guy under the lamplight in the Viaduct Basin carpark? No, I figured you didn't.
The weekend was quiet. I tried twice to register my car and get it's Warrant of Fitness. Not that I failed so much be was distracted to the point of leaving things too late, so I'm still illegal - just as well I don't need my car during the week.
If you haven't caught up with the news that I've moved, you've probably also not caught up with the fact I have to move again. I shifted to Devonport on Easter Monday. My new roommate has decided to move back to the States beginning of June so I'm on the move again sometime before then. Wanna help? I'll have less junk this time, cos I'm gonna have a clear out. no, really, i am.
Wednesday, April 9, 2002
You know we've been talking about this for a while. Well, okay, I have been talking with Rosie about ducks-in-fountains for a while - today we dropped our first Duck. It made us feel really good. We're gonna do it again tomorrow.
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Wednesday, April 11, 2002
While walking home from the Devonport ferry I thought I saw, behind some trees, an old church-now-house. I've always wanted to live in a church. One of those nice, old, wooden churches. With gravestones out the back and a white picket fence. Renovating the space using the lovely windows and doors and pews and funky-ing it up with stainless steel and stuff. I like the smell of churches - for the most part.
Kiki and I went to Lantana last night. It was flatter than I had expected: "intriguing psychological drama about love, infidelity and mistrust" it was just too ordinary. Ordinary people in ordinary lives. Had one or two funny moments though - well they made me laugh.
grr this isn't what I want to be talking about
distracted
Tuesday, April 14, 2002
Kiki and I went to Rosie and Tim's place for dinner. Rosie drew a map for me with very good and clear instructions on how to get to their lovely home. She didn't realise though, that two 40something blondes need more help than that. I couldn't get onto the motorway from Devonport. I'm used to going South not North and couldn't for the life of me find an onramp. 27 minutes I looked and drove and finally asked a service station man (and of course, didn't believe him and made him tell me 3 times then when i followed his directions he was wrong - but he wasn't too far off) and finally we got onto the motorway and it was easy peasy from there.
It's so nice to be with good people. We had the most delightful evening. Now we get to invite them over to our place [flurry of tidying and purchasing food and scrumptious nibbles].
Ten minutes til I go and catch my Ferry. Today has been muggy and I wore the wrong clothes, which didn't help - angora and lambswool sweater wasn't a good choice - I chastised Kiki for letting me out of the house like that. The air conditioning seems to be odd today too so it's super stuffy in the office. I opened the windows for a while but it gets so noisey.
Making buttons for James' project while he stood over me chanting "where're my buttons where're my buttons" all day in between whinging in the corner lamenting the amount of time he has to wait for his buttons. He has his buttons now, and I have photographs of him so we'll see what happens next.
My mouth is watering at the thought of those delicious grey on grey glass buttons.
*slurping*
sorry, where was I.. oh.. five minutes til i leave for the ferry. and I have nothing to say. *goes home*
I used to sit on my father's lap. Dry and warm in fluffy pyjamas, clean from my bath and feet dotted with white talc. He used to smell of work and soap - in a really good way. I remember in front of the fire best. Remember resting the palm of my hand on his, seeing how much I had to grow to grow up. My fingers barely reached across his palm. He'd colour-in with me sometimes, lying on the floor with my books and colours.. showing me how you could make a really nice drawing with only one colour - teaching me about tone and texture. Once I remember he made plastercine animals that I kept for the longest time until I accidently stood on a couple and ruined them. He was so good at drawing and making things. When I was very little I have memories of him snogging my mother on the couch. He had the biggest smile, reached all the way to his eyes. But best and most of all, I remember him in the dark, sitting on my bed, singing me to sleep.
The night he died I knew something was wrong. It was early evening and we had a lot of relations at the house - my grandparents, his sister and her husband and others. I guess they all knew it was near. I was too young to know that in my mind, but my intuition knew and I had primal flight reacting in every cell of my body. I could not get out of that house fast enough. I asked and begged for anyone, anyone to take me somewhere, and in the end my aunt and her [then] boyfriend took me and my sister home to her place. I remember sitting on the sofa, my aunt reading us Beatrix Potter, my sister listening while I was waiting. I don't even know what I was waiting for until the telephone rang.
When I think back I wonder if he was dying when I left. I'm glad I wasn't there, some people didn't let him go as softly as he could have.
And then when Alan died.. I was out in the street outside his house in the dark of the evening. It was dark and I was putting the children into the car because so many people thought it wasn't appropriate that they be with their uncle when he died. And I felt something and looked up, into the sky. Dark and clear and speckled lightly with stars. I felt calm and I smiled and seemed to be caught in a moment of peace suddenly after so many months without any. I was snapped out of my trancelike gazing by a friend of the family coming down the driveway saying I needed to go back into the house now - something was happening - but I already knew: Alan had died.
I've lost enough Alans now. I had a lot of hurt and mystery and grudges and regret surrounding my father's death. Alan dying so many years later with the same name and at the same age my father was when he died, helped me resolve so much of that. I came full circle and learned so much. I still keep going around in circles, but then I think that's what I'm supposed to be doing.
Life is a funny old thing. There is a lot to be learned from not running away from all the really hard things. Life'll keep throwing the hard stuff at you until you deal with it - until you at least take some steps to figuring out what is important - until you finally stop sweating the small things and inhale and hold your breath and get it.
Tuesday, April 23, 2002
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*snippets from the office*
Kiki: "If you want to cut the skirt so short your *ass* is hanging out, that's your prerogative, but you're gonna look ridiculous" Rosie: "That depends on the ass"
Fraser: "I can't make if text is rong" (don't make me tap the sign)
Deb: "my mother let me go with a boy in the car" "and I got hit on the head with a can" (unrelated but sounds like a typical Rolling Stones concert)
Kiki: "I think I have his phone number in my garbage." "I'm out to lunch." "I'm still out to lunch." "If I say yes, will you say something scary to me?"
Today, Rosie and James and I walked up to the ANZ Tower to a) buy coffee and to b) drop a duck each into the fountain. I still don't know why, but it's kinda low-key fun. We bought coffee too - it's really good coffee from the barrow in the courtyard.
This day in History - 19 years ago today, I was married to a man I divorced a couple of years back. April 23rd is still a significant day and brings back memories of my wedding day, and the honeymoon, and subsequent years when the anniversary was misplaced. Maybe I'll do it again one day, and try harder this time to make it into the "big" number years.
Who could have me consider marriage again? He'd have to be someone who liked me a lot [seems like a simple concept but I'm sure it's lost on a bunch of marriages] and remembered things like anniversaries and birthdays and didn't buy me feather dusters [*not* in a good way] and wheelbarrows as gifts. He'd have to be someone smart, and have a good sense of humour. Someone who makes me laugh but doesn't laugh *at* me all the time. He'd have to be someone with a kind heart and patience - Lord knows he'd need that. Someone social and charming and comfortable with people. Someone who liked simple things like camping [in a simple way not take-everything-including-the-kitchen-sink way] and beaching and sitting against warm rocks - but equally as comfortable at the Ballet or an Opera or a Play. Someone who could say no when he had to, and was fair and honest in his opinions. Someone who bothered to find something interesting to tell me at the end of his day. It'd be a bonus if he had dark eyes and dark hair and looked good in a suit.
Now I'm not saying these things because my previous partner was lacking in all these areas. It's not a criticism, it's a wish list.
A good friend of mine once told me some of the requirements on her wish list - one of which was the ability to keep still while she drew on him. That's quite a nice wish too.
Michelle: "how many mulitmedia developers does it take to get coffee? three.. one to buy the coffee, one to carry the coffee and one to put a duck in the fountain"
Rosie: "Tread softly and carry a big duck"
Wednesday, April 24, 2002
I think the "boys on the ropes" have finished. I think they're washed all the windows they can and replaced all the heavy bits of metal they were supposed to. I don't think there will be any more photos of them for a while. It was nice while it lasted though.
You can wear anything you like when you go swimming. Sometimes, people at the Stamford Plaza rooftop pool don't wear anything. I'm not going to say anything about this gentleman except damn those speedos are tiny.
One of my favourite people was describing his perfect deck. A gazebo, a spa pool, a refridgerator and a Playstation2. (no, that's a PlayStation2 water proof controller he's playing with)
and this picture made me laugh.
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