Couch Surfing

Be careful what you wish for, I always said I want to be a Gypsy….but sleeping in a different couch/chair each night was not really the idealist dream!

The weekend was hectic with the cottage hosting crate day from midday to mid nite on Saturday.

My boys all hanging out together, and looking after their mumma….well mumma looking after (feeding and making sure all found their beds) at the end of the night.

Lack of sleep and a bit of a clean up, coupled with intermittent thunderstorms and downpours prevented the schedule painting activities…

Monday night after work – a big walk into downtown at twilight illuminating the somewhat uninhabited pink cycle lane over the motorway junction…on our way to the Breakers (NZ basketball team) game…

Down Queen street, and this big man, who has adorned our city corners for the last 59 years, is making his last stand! It is reported that after this Christmas he will be gracefully retired from duty! A little nostalgic as his first year of action was the year I was born in 1960!

Two rows back (best of the cheaper) from the court side ( which was outrageously expensive) our seats, a great spot to watch the winning game. The walk back home was all up hill, with taxis and ubers pricing themselves out of work, we walked off the excitement of an Adrenalin pumping game.

Couch number one…that was mine at Jax house, George had the spare bed as I am the early waker!

The drive to work on Tuesday a mere five minutes, followed by a busy day and arriving back at the cottage to watch the final outside plaster touches…veges done, chops in oven and first beer opened, when I got the call, mum had had an incident at her rest home and ambulance was on its way. George and I (beer undrunk) zoomed off to meet at the home. I rode with mum in the ambulance and George followed behind to the hospital. An overnight stay was definitely looming, I dropped George home, ate tea, quick shower and headed back in for the night!

Next obstacle, the motorway was closed for maintenance by 10pm and I had to follow the coastal (dark and winding) detour back into town! 11pm arrival!

Last night an orange vinyl (slippery) laziboy chair for the nights accommodation! At least I was clean and had a full tummy! Mum was snoozing and I managed the odd hour or two until all the action with doctors and assessments began at 7am!

And they removed my orange laziboy chair – only allowed at night evidently….so now I have a very small hard desk chair for the day!

George is managing the tradies at Waiwera, and I am stopping with mum as she is moving to a ward today!

It looks like a long week ahead….and the painting will happen at some point!