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Had a more-or-less solid night's sleep, then a brief crying jag, then a shower. Well, coldwater spongebath. Luxury, I'm telling you; even if I put my dirty clothes back on again. (No point putting on clean clothes and then getting them sweaty too in another three-hour hike.) So now my headache's gone, my back's hardly stiff at all anymore, and I have one of my friends' kittens in my lap.

(My friends themselves are out, since a bit after dinner last night, having a baby. They couldn't go to their hospital of choice, alas, and the hospital they've been redirected to will have required them to talk their way through the inner city cordon.)

At this moment my brain feels like a brain but it's been up and down this morning and will likely continue thus.

I'd been waiting around a bit before hiking home, in case my friends came back early (and because there's a pharmacy I want to go by, so I couldn't leave too early). Then I thought I'd lock up for them after all and get going. But on third thought, despite the purely emotional desire for home I think I'll wait out this rain instead. The kindness of strangers is probable, but foolish to rely on, especially when at least one of the roads I'm going by is actually impassable by car.

It amuses me that our civilisation has painstakingly progressed from dirt roads to paved to asphalt; and then we return to paving for aesthetic reasons, and then Mother Nature foists dirt roads on us again after all. (By the way, dirt roads suck. When muddy they're slippery and when dry they're dusty.)

Reading my friendslist reminds me that I never reported on my awesomely productive weekend!

Ten things that happened before the earthquake

  1. On Saturday, I got the tree pruning dude to come and remove the trees / prune the bush between my house and garage. This was to make room for painting but it also means I can actually walk along that space, and there's actual real daylight in my toilet. It also uncovered a profoundly rotten weatherboard.
  2. The EQC assessors came. They were awesome, and were most impressed with the particular way in which my garage has cracked (fun fact -- EQNZ:The Sequel shows no signs of having worsened this), and agreed the floor was structurally sound, and said the chimney just needed some new plastering. (In retrospect this makes me giggle. And walk past it very quickly.) Then they totted up all that, along with all the little cracks in the interior paint and ceiling stippling, and determined that it would all cost more than NZ$10,000 to repair so would go to Fletchers (the government-designated project management company) to manage. I blinked at the total, but not being in any great hurry this was all cool.
  3. I picked almost all the peaches from my peach tree (leaving a few green ones, and the ones on the neighbours' side of the fence) and Mum took them to her place.
  4. I did my weekly grocery shopping and visited the family for dinner.
  5. I worked on a short story with a tight submission deadline. Technically it's a rewrite of a short story I wrote ten years ago, even though only five words remain the same from that version to this and the plot plays out differently. But it's the same really, sort of.
  6. On Sunday, I played in the church orchestra.
  7. I phoned a carpenter guy about the rotten board, and he is so awesome he came around within an hour and sawed it out. (Then he came back Monday morning and put in the replacement wood. I need to contact him at some point re payment.)
  8. I went to the family's house and Mum and I bottled all the peaches. Sixteen big jars of them, in two batches. I learned a new trick of using a teaspoon to scoop out the stone, it's awesome.
  9. In between batches I finished my short story. This was quickly written; but then it's shorter than most shorts I write; and it was sort of a rewrite. Anyway, I submitted it last night, possibly a whole day within the deadline.
  10. On Monday, after work and a visit to a friend, I came home and found the painters had put plastic over all the windows while they paint. The plastic rustled all night in the wind and kept waking me up and startling Boots. I was rather grumpy about it actually. Except now it turns out that this plastic is handy at keeping a certain broken window weatherproof, so there's that.
So you see, [personal profile] green_knight's accusation else-web that my EQC visit was to blame for this quake is quite unfounded! :-) (My parents' EQC visit, on the other hand, may have been more closely related.)

Rain is a bit lighter now I think and I do want to get home sometime today, plus I've identified a colleague whose house I can rest at partway, so I'm now off hiking again. See you all!

Date: 2011-02-25 07:33 am (UTC)
aquaeri: My nose is being washed by my cat (Default)
From: [personal profile] aquaeri
I was wondering if [personal profile] green_knight was being entirely fair :-). Still so good hearing from you. Earthquakes sound more horrible than floods and I hated our flood.

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