Diary of a House: Friday, the end of a weird week

I get up an hour early. I decide to drive to College Ave to see if I can beat the red rubbish truck. I have forgotten to put my red bin out twice now. That's one month when I haven't got rid of any rubbish and it's piling up. I hate to think what the bottom of the bin smells like. Although I reach home when the moon is still in the sky, I'm too late. Today's theme as it turns out.

I take some relief classes. It's a wet, cold day and the kids are restless already. By afternoon the juniors are feral. The ones I see anyway.

Today is an important meeting on site, with Peter, the talented plaster moulder. He's just finished plaster work for the new convention centre. The last two times I've called him, he has been about to message me so I'm interested to meet him. Peter's into his art and takes time to discuss what I'm trying to do and talk about what he thinks will look good. As we chat in the hallway, the temperature drops and I can see my breath. I'm thinking about my swim later. I know it's going to be cold. When Pete leaves, the decision about cornices for the living area and hallway are made, Pete's worked out what will look good for the archway in the entry, and I've made progress with ceiling roses.
It's raining so Jamie and Cam have been working inside. Jamie's getting frustrated with the doors. One of them has warped a bit and doesn't fit well. And we have a narrower one. I can't remember where it's supposed to go. Next week's problem.

At North Beach, aside from me, there's one black backed gull, a couple of sea gulls, and a surfer. The water is not too bad but the cold shower and cold concrete when I get out put a final chill on things. Nicky gives me a cup of tea and some kai on the way home. I spend the rest of the evening get depressed by corona virus coverage on BBC and Al Jazeera.