Passing Time

Slow day, Kahu stays with a new friend, I wipe out the bedroom wardrobes. That's all. Time's passing. One day less till occupation.

Full Moon Halloween

I'm on the prowl for a brass hinge. The Pump House doesn't have the right size. And the light shades for the entry are not the right shade, of white. Kahu and I get to site as the sun is heating up. Lance has started slapping up the Bird and Pomegranate. I was umming and aahing about the metallic but it lights up the wall. Kahu shovels dirt, I make progress. I pick up the range hood on impulse, thinking it needs to be here, then Jason arrives to look at the lights. He's helped his cousin in China set up a 6 tier chandelier. We move boxes and not much else. Kahu's been at Papanui HS working on his photography assessment. Evening party at Margo's in her whare, an old church at Brighton. It's a swinging affair.

Teacher and Worker Appreciation Day

TGIF and, just to make our day, the students are doing appreciation. I get messages, I'm guessing it's from my Year 13's but there's a random one too, and 'cool' features as a descriptor. I'm happy with that. At lunch time we throw sponges at students in the stocks- I take aim at a girl who was supposed to be in class but is avoiding her speech. Then get retired from throwing cos I keep kicking over the bucket.

Pre-school, Kevin is setting up as I drive past. Today is driveway day. The beginning of the end. He's happy in his work, doesn't get appreciation from the road cones though. I suspect cones are similar to shopping trolleys...always on the move, in the way and hard to move. At the end of the day, Kahu and I tidy the back- Kahu on dirt, me on stones. That is till the concrete guy applies throat grating chemicals to seal the crete. The smell is acrid, permeating the lungs so we leave when he approaches the mowing strip round the back verandah. He isn't wearing a mask. I over worry about construction workers and their inattention to health and safety. It seems that the nastiest products are most effective and nobody cares about the long term effects on humans. At least Pete is wearing a mask as he sands the toilet seat.

Toilets Seats and the Kitchen Sink

Lance is busy patching the holes I want to get rid of, period 2. I open the Perrin and Rowe toilet seat box and stare in horror. After discovering the ensuite seat clashes with the rimu vanity, I know this seat is wrong. I'm short on time but rush into Reece Plumbing. I'm stuck with the seat, but I remember Pete. He can do anything with wood. In the meantime Eddie helps me sort out stronger screws for the coach lamps, and paints them black for me. Back at the house, Lance is painting the skirting and the friendly Philppino carpenter from Murray Hewitt continues installing the kitchen. Pete is highly amused when I take in the seat. He declares the wood is not grain matched. Slack, considering how much it cost. Attention to detail: a fail. I finish my house day at Nicki's. I've given up on the Italian kitchen sink out on the high seas. A flat grey granite look, I'm not sure it would look that good anyway. I regress to stainless and the same model I chose way back when. I've gone in another circle. My day ends at the Maori, Pacifika awards ceremony. Awesome.