A southerly flows up the island bringing a measly amount of moisture at ground level on the coast and snow on the hills. I sell the surplus purple heart on Marketplace and organise pick up after school. We wait and wait but no-one comes. I didn't make a specific time and don't have a phone number. It's cold. Kahu and I water the plants then go home. As we're leaving a council worker places cones up and down our end of College Ave. I ask if they are planning some work. He says not but someone is. My driveway...for sure. I'm super excited. I was wondering if the neighbours had put a consent spanner in the works, even though I've got resource consent. Relief. At home I get a call from an apologetic and friendly young guy who's very enthusiastic about the wood so we reschedule for tomorrow. I sell the brass tap in the evening. At last there's some extra funds coming in to balance up the unexpected stream of extra costs.
Incidental conversation with Kahu- the jist, that he doesn't like that we have no carpet. End remark, "Well, when you're dead I'll rip it up anyway." My reply, "You're going to feel guilty if I die within six months."
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