It's been too long since we had decent rain. We get it now. It's steady and starts off gently. Not so just down the line. Ashburton and the farms around get overflowed by swollen rivers fed from the Alps. They are cut off and when one of the many bridges goes, the South Island is cut in two.
Meanwhile, back in the city, the garden gets an overdue water. I watch to see how long till it pools in the backyard as it always used to. In fact I used to wade out to the shed in gumboots to rescue the lawn mower and put it on a tree stump to keep it dry. And get our bikes out on the same trip. The whole back section used to flood. This time there's a pool but it takes till Monday.
We're stuck inside and I'm not feeling great, still. We have a PPTA hui for Māori teachers on Friday night and I go to hear Sharyn sing for climate change on Sat night. It's bigger with more performances and real heart. I feel inspired to put more into this cause. We're running out of time, that's clear.
On Monday, I stay home. My first day off all year. And overdue. Rene comes round to tidy up some electrical ends. I swop the light just inside my door and put another Vintage Wonderland wonder on the wall in the ensuite. We take lamps out of the chandeliers, at last. I make a trip to Lighthouse...Alan replaces the crap he gave me initially. When I put them in, they work. Too good to be true. I make another trip to Shanna. The curtains, another drawn out process. Tuesday and I take Sharyn to Designastyle to sort a last minute panic over kitchen tile colours. Relief. And I pick up samples of tiles I can use as a splash back in the ensuite. Another minor job I'd stalled over. I leave with five whites. One of them's got to work. As time goes on I've found I'm less motivated to sweat the small stuff and have consequently dropped the finishing jobs. Unpacking has been enough of a job. And there are more boxes yet.
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