Dan and Tom climbing at Mt Ngungun
One. Watching Gran Torino, comfortable ass groove already forming in the couch, brownout: lights continually flickering and microwave beeping, but strangely plasma TV and computer only things working properly. Plasma dying exactly five minutes after credits roll allowing me enough time to pretend I wasn’t getting a touch sobby at the end. Computer dying after we have made ourselves comfortable on bed watching anime. Moving back to couch and settle in for evening of music with ipod stereo running on batteries. Starting to enjoy blackout. Have poured several vodkas by this point. Making light sculptures on wall with light from mobile phone and menacing-looking metal Alien sculpture. Lights returning seconds after I capture a silly photo of sculpture. Just in time for Iron Chef on the TV. Drinks continuing. Sleeping in Sunday.
Two. This time both days involved getting out of bed before 8, hereforeto unexperienced. The Saturday involved my first visit to the Farmer’s Markets at the Powerhouse, accompanied by Freyja. I made sure to fit in with the fresh-faced, conspicuous but careful consumered fellow browsers, by buying myself a crêpe and coffee for breakfast, some organic lamb sausages, some Sutton’s apple juice, local honey, Maleny cheese, and a big bunch of maroon proteas for Dan. Dan and I settled on the couch for our Saturday night routine of an Iron Chef and RockWiz marathon. We love SBS’s Sunday nights, and resent any social plans that cut into that two hours of couch snuggling. I was asleep by 10.30. Only, of course, to wake up early yet again to go rock climbing in 35°C heat. I am not an easy person to get along with when it’s hot. But climbing was good, at a spot I’d never been before in the Glasshouse Mountains. Once I pulled my left quad muscle again, I resigned myself to stop sweating and take photos instead. Surprisingly cool in the shade.
