s e v e n i s a j o u r n e y

Went up to C&Ns & found the spreaders for the futon frame (which did fit in my car just fine, despite the chopped-off back) and an assortment of baking pans. No luck with the casserole dishes, spices, or silverware. Something tells me the smaller non-stick frying pans got left with Stephen.

Driving my new car is sort of like driving a right-handed cyborg version of my old car. It’s *very* comforting to be back driving a vehicle I have a concrete feel for the dimensions of, even if I’m sitting on the other side of it. It’s amazing how thoroughly your car becomes a physical extension of you and of your awareness of your body space. When I was driving Chris’ Windom, I was nervous of the edges of the road, even on the relatively wide roads, but driving the Vitz I can whiz along even the twisty narrow ones and feel like I know exactly where my tires are. Whee !

This weekend, I’m off up to Auckland to visit the cats. Should be interesting. It’s school holiday here, and all the flights were pretty well booked, so I’m taking the overnight train — twice. Friday night train up, arriving Saturday AM. Pick up a rental car, play with cats during visiting hours and bum around Auckland the rest of the day, then night train back down to Wellington Saturday night. I expect to be thoroughly skanky by the time I get back in Sunday AM. It’s supposed to rain on me, too, and no, I haven’t found a raincoat yet. Maybe I’ll find one in Auckland. Can’t wait to see the cats.

Living the bachelor life in the new apartment — clothes & half-empty boxes everywhere, a carton of milk, a brick of cheese and a half-dozen eggs in the fridge. Finally accumulated enough dirty dishes to run the dishwasher yesterday, though it still seemed kinda silly. I have to wash the spoon and knife every time I use them; I may as well wash the mug and bowl while I’m at it.

I discovered tonight that the Ghengis Khan Mongolian Barbeque is literally just around the corner from the apartment — think I’ll save that ’til Stephen gets here. There’s also Wellington’s one and only Caribbean Jerk Shack up there. Hmm.

C&N&I are going to see Eddie Izzard in a couple weeks. Yay ! See, if I were cul-chah’d, I’d go see Pete Postlethwaite in Scaramouche Jones. But I ain’t.