zeborah: Zebra standing in the middle of the road (urban)
Okay, so this thing with the sore throat and stuffy nose which is totally the air conditioner and not a cold? It might be a cold too. In that I spent all of today's conference raiding their tissues and feeling faintly scatter-brained. However this was all stuff we really need to know at work so I stayed on infecting people for the bulk of the day and just bailed at the start of the wrap-up session.

I wasn't so sick that on the way home I couldn't stop off to do a bit of vital tourist shopping including these loves of my life:

Blue sandals, purple soles

On the rest of my way home I came across an incredible number of police at a couple of intersections, like a dozen per intersection, a pair of whom at each intersection were directing traffic. Possibly some traffic lights were broken, though most of them looked fine? It was a mystery and most of the police were just standing around on the corners in hi-vis vests. Anyway, while I was trying to a) work out what on earth they were doing there but b) not attract attention because law-abiding citizen foreigner or not, that many police in one spot is slightly intimidating especially when one of them gets real mad at a car not paying attention and starts shouting at it -- so anyway, this other car pulls over halfway across the intersection in what seems a really weird way to be behaving when there are all these scary police massed in one location, and then a taxi cab pulled over behind it, and then I remembered that Australia has this weird traffic rule for turning right.

(US folk should here substitute "turning left" for "turning right". It's the turn that goes across the oncoming traffic.)

In the rule I'm familiar with, if you want to turn right and there's only one lane, you pull as far into the intersection and to the right as you can go without getting sideswiped by the oncoming traffic. It's possible that doing this isn't entirely legal, but short of a right-turn arrow it's often the only way to turn right, because as the lights change anyone who's already in the intersection has to complete the turn to get out of it, whereas anyone who follows the rules and waits behind the lines has to just stay there.

In Australia, apparently what you do is you pull as far into the intersection as you can go, except you pull to the left. This seems really counterintuitive to me. At the same time I can see that pulling to the right could cause problems with trams which run in the centre of the road. Is this the reason for it? Or is it to allow the traffic going straight to "pass on the right"? It looks really weird but it seems to work in that everyone other than me knew what was going on and all the traffic present seemed to get where it wanted to get to.

(ETA: explanations in Dreamwidth comments.)

After all this excitement I spent the rest of the afternoon/early evening dozing. With the air conditioner off because air conditioning is still evil and it's a lot cooler today anyway: there was cloud and wind and even spots of something trying to be rain. Currently attempting to eat something despite a complete lack of appetite, and hoping I'm better for tomorrow's conference because I don't have my favourite aloe tissues here.
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Traditionally people dream about being in public without any clothes on, or of turning up at an exam unprepared, or of their teeth falling out. (The latter is supposed to symbolise some kind of insecurity, I think. For me it symbolises my guilt about not brushing my teeth often enough. Sometimes a tooth is just a tooth.)

I've had each of those but most of my anxiety dreams have been about
  • being on the beach when the tide starts coming in quicker than I can get above the tideline(*) (symbolising an impending deadline)
  • or packing to go [home from Korea|back to Korea|to France|New Caledonia|America|the Netherlands] and/or trying to sort out passport details at the airport (symbolising that I'm about to, or want to, go home/overseas again)
Except now. Now my anxiety dreams are about the leather on my shoes cracking and splitting through. Dear Dream-Engine: WTF?

(*) I haven't had them as much since a twist on the dream had me on the beach, and a tsunami came in and washed over me and I was perfectly fine. Or alternatively, I haven't had them as much since I left the deadline-rich environments of school and uni.
zeborah: Map of New Zealand with a zebra salient (Default)
Oh boy am I glad I was only walking to the library and back.

Mental note: put bandaids on *before* wearing those shoes again. At least now I know where they need to go.

And now to use up the rest of my month's bandwidth allowance.
zeborah: Map of New Zealand with a zebra salient (Default)
On Sunday I visited 6 shoe stores at The Palms (as told in the Mystery of the Misogynistic Shoemakers).

On Monday ... )
zeborah: Map of New Zealand with a zebra salient (Default)
A few months ago I got this great pair of shoes. They're ankle boots, and they zip up quickly, and they were cheap, and most importantly they're practically flat so that wearing them doesn't in and of itself injure me. Problem was, they were cheap, so now they're dying. Really dying: one of these days I'm going to take a step and leave the sole behind.

Today I *wanted* to buy a nice expensive pair of boots from The Last Footwear company, but they appear to have shut down their Christchurch store. They still have stores in Auckland, Nelson, and Motueka. No idea where Motueka is? Yeah, neither have I.

So I went to the mall instead and looked at the shoes in five stores. Six stores. One shop turned out only to have running shoes. Another one only had the kind of fashion shoes where the price is calculated by: number-of-ferraris-the-desired-boyfriend-should-have multiplied by the-fluorescent-it-burns divided by width-of-straps. Two stores were your Walmart-type thing so I wasn't hopeful, and lo, they didn't have any quality shoes. Two stores had a reasonable range of shoes, but all the boots were ankle-breakers.

At one point I turned in desperation to the men's shoes. Men's shoes are actually sane; I bet you can walk in them and everything. The problem is that the stores only had down to size 7, and I think I'd need a size 6 or possibly less.

<glares at feet>

On the bright side, when I went to the supermarket to do my shopping, I found a stainless steel potato masher. I've been looking for one of those for about a year.

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