I drive to site and meet Rue's boys. I can't stay at school so go back to see what's happening. I'm procrastinating. I should be marking writing tests to put on reports. But the next stage of 22 College Ave is too exciting not to be part of... installation of the heating/cooling system. A huge unit between the laundry and bathroom and grills in the ceiling. The holes have been there so long, I've got used to them. Now I have to get used to the grills. The team are super efficient. The controls in the hall are bulky and the panel is mushroom coloured plastic. Sticks out like dogs' balls. My first question is, can we move it? It could be hidden behind the arch, with the light switch. Buggar. Moving will leave two holes and the wall will need to be painted. It's a, I wish I had....but it's there now.
I check in with Rene who's busy with all manner of jobs so I go to see Pete for a coffee. The chip board toilet seat cover which fell apart is in the middle of being fixed. I don't have any teaching but get back for morning tea and become absorbed in jobs. They keep cropping up, delaying my marking further. And pushing my reports, which I know I'll never meet the deadline for, into the wide blue yonder. It's hard to care. I've never missed a report deadline before but there's always a first time.
Kahu calls. He hasn't organised his bank details for his new job. So I call in. They've just closed but Julia lets me in. She's become a friend. over time we've shared many life events; Lionel's death is the latest. Then there's the house. She's organising the extra finance for me. I swing by the house and check in on the grills. They're not looking any more attractive, neither is the control panel. It's a crisis for the beach. As always, I feel better when I hit the water. Seems the resident seagulls have got life sorted.
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