This morning I was mopping the kitchen and then when I went to go dump out the bucket of water into the utility sink in the laundry room I dropped the bucket and soapy water went EVERYWHERE. While I was soaking it all up with towels I slipped and fell and hit my head REALLY hard on the floor. I checked for blood and there was none but there’s a pretty good-sized bump on the back of my skull. I took some ibuprofen to get ahead of the headache and I feel okay, though the lump is a bit sore still. I don’t think I’ll die, but if this post gets loopy I blame it on the knock to my noggin.
The other night I almost choked on a piece of cauliflower, I didn’t chew it properly I guess and it got a little stuck in my throat for a second but I took a big gulp of water and it dislodged. But after this fall this morning I started wondering, how long would it be before someone found my body? I talk to Tom regularly so hopefully if he wasn’t hearing from me he’d contact someone and they could find me before too many days passed. A morbid thought I know…but that’s me, I’m a bit morbid. Maybe I should get one of those lifeline necklaces as I am a bit accident-prone…..
Yesterday was a really nice day. I Googled beaches in and around Auckland and chose one I hadn’t been to before which was just over 20 minutes from the house. I put on my togs (swimsuit) and giant sunhat, slopped on some sunscreen, packed a couple of granola bars, and headed off.
Sorry for the cleavage shot but this was honestly the least booby of all the pictures.
Google Maps took me all the way to a cul-de-sac in a residential neighborhood and said I had arrived. I was confused. I could see glimpses of water a ways away but I had no idea how to get there. I honestly considered quietly tip-toeing in between houses but luckily the smart part of my brain told me this was a bad idea. So I just asked a guy unloading his car instead and he pointed to a path between two houses.
It was about a three minute walk down to the beach. It was just a little urban beach, with an inland bay and tiny little waves. Nothing like the open-water beauty of Muriwai Beach with its crashing surf, endless water, and towering cliffs but I was happy with it just the same…..
I’d just loooooove to have that house up there.
I took a bunch of pictures, both for the blog and for a girlfriend back home who said she wanted pictures so she could live vicariously through me (though her phone sent it incorrectly and it read bi-curiously which I thought was HILARIOUS). And then I put my phone down and just sat there and watched the waves and the people around me.
There weren’t a whole lot of people there. Two families with little kids playing around in the water. It seems like a good place to take children as there are no waves, except when the random boat passed by, and the water is pretty shallow for a good ways out. A man and his two pre-teen kids came to shore on a motorized raft (I don’t know what else to call it) and started taking pictures of the fish they’d caught which kept my attention for a little while. The fish were pretty darn big and there were a lot of them. “What did y’all catch?” I called to them. The kids just gaped at me silently, probably trying to compute the word “y’all” and the dad told me they were yellow-tail snapper.
After a little while everyone went home and it was just me on the beach. Then a group of women, it looked like mothers and grandmothers, showed up with a little girl of about three or four who immediately threw all her clothes off and went shrieking into the water. The tide was drawing out so she could run about and just get her feet wet. She was having a grand old time.
I stared out at the water, watching enviously as people sped by on jet skis, and then I heard a soft THUMP in the sand behind me. I turned and there was this young guy, his hair up in the hippy man bun, crouched Tarzan-style in the sand to my right. He gave me a quick smile and then took off running towards the cliff.
In this picture the tide was still in, but when the hippy ran off the water was out and he darted straight for the cliff. And that kid was fast. I watched him as he climbed over the rocks at the base of the cliff and out onto that little spot sticking out into the water. He threw his shirt over a branch at the edge of the water and then I saw him run and do a flip into the bay. I kind of envied him. That’s where I should have been rather than sitting demurely in the sand people-watching. Next time I go, I’m going to go to the same spot he was in and have a swim. The only problem is, I’m not a huge fan of ocean or lake swimming because I can’t help but think there’s all sorts of weird sea creatures that I can’t see just waiting to nip off a toe. But I’ve got to get over that little phobia. Besides, losing a toe won’t kill me, right?
On my way home I stopped off at Burger Fuel, who make a damn good tofu burger with a Thai peanut sauce (it’s delicious, trust me) and headed home with a bag of fries and my burger. I watched the stupidest movie ever. I’m too ashamed to tell you what it was. But I was feeling a bit sleepy and relaxed in my dark room with the blinds drawn and the fan blowing cool air on me so rather than change it to something better I watched the whole ridiculous thing. Man, it was soooo bad.
At 7 I headed into Grey Lynn and met a new friend at a place called Freida Margolis.
I didn’t take this picture, I found it off the internet but everything looks the same…sunshine and piano player and all, though the piano was facing the other direction last night and the piano player was accompanied by a few other musicians playing classic jazz songs. “Summertime” always make me think of my dad….
The bartenders were friendly and I had a Penicilin…a drink made with a super smokey local whiskey and honey and lemon. And the company was nice. It was a few hours of good conversation until my self-imposed two drink limit had been hit and it was time to head home.
I’m really looking forward to taking Tom to that place. I think he’ll love it.
All in all, it was a really nice Saturday.
Now I’m off to Onehunga which has an outlet mall where I will shop for a new bathing suit as I no longer feel super comfortable in the string bikini I’ve had for a few years…. Maybe it’s time to purchase a one-piece with a skirt….Tom will love that.
Less than two months ’til my handsome Kiwi comes home. That’s hardly any time at all.