I like heading up the coast to see Mike and Maureen, and of course Oscar, because we tend to talk a lot and watch relatively little TV. And so it was yesterday. We spoke a bit about wine and sampled some of the cleanskins from Mike's new wine fridges - he has two fridges, each with a 40 bottle capacity, one full of reds and one full of whites. At fifty dollars a dozen I think we'll have to get some. A nice drop, very nice at that price. So it was a laid back afternoon, and we were troubled only by a huge downpour (quick clear out of drains needed) and our seeming inability to source a 6tonne truck for next week's move. Both sorted by the following morning, when the rain, of which there had been plenty, had stopped and I managed to get through to Avis in Gosford who had a truck. I'd spoken to a lot of others who hadn't and I was getting a little anxious.
Sal and I left earlyish as we were supposed to be meeting some of her school freinds for a morning tea. I'd had a few weird dreams, the details of which have faded before I can blog them, and had woken up early with a load of dark thoughts about my noggin. I was not in the mood, so a disappointed Sally dropped me at the station in Ryde, opposite her tea rendezvous spot, and we went our seperate ways. I really have no idea why, every so often, I simply do not want to be social, at least with people I don't know. What I do know is that if I do go and socialise I inevitably have a good time. It is just that on ocassion I don't want to.
The seperate way I took saw me back at Bondi Junction. As I was passing through the station and had little to do I decided to have a mooch around the shops. I was in a detached and moodless mood anyway (maybe I need my serotonin levels checked?) so what the hell? Unlike yesterday, when the sight of the Westfiled shopping centre had been a joy to behold, today it was back to being just a big shopping centre. I wandered around for a while and picked up one or two presents for Sal. No need to make a secret of that in here, she knows she'll get at least one each of a book, CD and DVD and my Christmas shopping delivered nothing more exciting than that. Surplus to requirements anyway, as we have decided that we will get each other a half share in a two man kayak.
Mara was (college) working from home so I did not want to get home too early and disturb her. I mooched around some more and got a coffee from Starbucks; 2nd choice, normally I'd go to Gloria Jeans (locally owned, I believe, but queue too long and mood too iffy) or an independent. Starbucks is conveniently placed very, very close to the big screen on Oxford Street. That was again showing the cricket. That England are still doing very well at, if heading towards an inevitable draw counts as very well.
Having done not too well looking for things for Sal I did far better, by chance, looking for stuff for me. Without an intention to buy I wandered into a trendyish shoe store that was also close to the screen and was CLOSING DOWN! Not expecting a lot I was surprised to find a pair of Merrell Goretex trainer type shoes; last pair, my size, $60. I'll have some of that, just what I need for the bike. It got better when I got home to find they retail, in the UK, for nearly 80 quid and are a trail running shoe. Cool, I wanted a trail running shoe. Maybe I'll do some of my trail running in them. My mood lightened at that and while on the relative high (!!) I got most of my packing-shit-ready-to-move-out done and got back to the cricket. My mood of solitude extended to turning down Mara's request for me to once again stand-in on her beach volleyball team. Some packing and then the cricket on TV suited me better today. Ponting getting yet another century was not what I'd hoped to be watching though. Ho hum.
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