Recovery on a Dull Day

Another wintry day and we hunker down indoors. Lionel reads the paper... all day. That's his routine. He scans The Southland Times at the table while the world bustles around him. Or, in the case of Alexandra, meanders past. 

The Southalls leave for Auckland and Kahu gets up late morning. I potter about doing odds and ends and pack a suitcase I find in Tui's wardrobe. Over time I have stashed clothes and bought recycled items at the Wastebusters, Salvation Army, SPCA and Hospice shops in Alex and now have a collection of random old stuff which will find a use in my new life in my new house. In the now, not too distant future. The earthquake saga is nearly over and I can nearly go back to normal, except I've forgotten what normal is. From boarding school in my teens, to travelling in my 20's and 30's, I have led a more nomadic life than most. Some of this has been choice and some has been visited on me. In fact, as I often say to Nicki, I am looking forward to lounging round on my verandah sipping a glass of Chardonnay.

The day goes by. Life has got us used to the slower pace of not having to be anywhere. The only transport I have is a bike so I'm not going anywhere today. 

                                          Still reading the paper- Lionel and his evening carer