2002-05-20

You gotta love a suburb where you can walk three blocks in pyjamas and slippers and a beanie and no one guves a fuck. I passed and greeted a few locals as I walked home from Dame's this morning and no one batted an eyelid.

but the honeymoon is almost over, as I am nearly done living here. I wil miss my house and lots of things about living in Carrington. I think its because it is near the ocean and you are more aware of the weather. It keeps you more in touch with the natural systems. In suburbs off the coast, you have no fucking idea what is going on, as the construction and land morphing mean that the weather just doesn't really touch the ground. Oh, it may be 'sunny' or 'cloudy' but thats it. Today here in Carrington, there is a high wind blowing and sun is shining bright. I can feel the arctic winds coming from the Tasman and bringing snow style conditions to the mountains up the back.

I've become such a creature of temperature. The house I am looking at this afternoon attracts me as it looked nice and SEALED. Not a drafty old house that I would shiver in all winter. No it looked like all the holes might be sealed. In contrast, that is, to Dame's house right now. He decided, wisely, to lift the stinky carpet and get the floorboards happening. Dame lives in one of the old drafty houses. So, there are gaping holes around his floor, where it meets the wall. Only today is he fixing that up with some skirting and so on. But the last few days it has been the gustiest place on earth.

May I swear by beanies, scarves and hot water bottles? If you don't try some of these before turning on the heater, I will freely call you lazy. And wasteful. You know how you always want to sit right ON the heater, in order to feel warm? Well, a hot water bottle is a heater you can sit on (well not on, more like it sits on you).

Today I am going to look at a house with my new flatmates. Courtney has said yes to livng with me, which is rad cuz I have known her simply forever in various ways. In about 1995 we met as part of a short lived chicks-in-rock project called Snatch. I didn't get too involved in the project, but I remember one of my 'peers' writing a story for the magazine, which fairly outright sledged me and my methods blind. Heh...but that wasn't Courtney. No, I have good vibes with her wonderful self.

Joinging us is a young lady called Rachel, who I think I have written about already. Today we look at a house and also have coffee together, our first joint outing.

If you haven't read my last entry, well, I'm STILL fucking angry!