Recently I turned my life on its head and left the comfort zone of home town, family and friends in Wellington (NZ), to start a new chapter in Western Australia. As I adjust to my new surroundings, I find myself thinking in the shape of stories and letters home. Feel free to take a seat and read on..

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Bee lines

It could be said about me that I have a tendency to obsessiveness. My latest obsession has been the pursuit of a "cool" photo of a bee amongst lavender.  I walk past a house daily which sports flourishing lavender bushes on each side of the path to the front door, and currently they are hosting large numbers of bees.  Which is how this particular obsession started.  Since it's virtually impossible to catch a bee being still for more than a millisecond, three things are required here: patience; persistence; and a hot trigger finger.  Actually a fourth and quite important thing would be a better working knowledge of one's camera, but that's a work in progress.
I did remark to my beloved the other day that if our street was busier I might have caused some comment, as I have been leaning over this particular fence earnestly tracking busy little bodies on a regular basis lately.  Maybe I should have knocked on the door and introduced myself, but I think it might be too late now. Yesterday, while I was "just taking one more" I realised that the soft click I could hear was not my camera but the sound of the front door being quietly locked.  Oh dear.  Time to find a new obsession before I get arrested perhaps.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

The $130, two magazines and a kilo and a half of beetroot hair cut

Tonight we had roasted beetroot for dinner. 
The reason for this is I needed cash for my haircut.  
The reason for needing cash for my haircut is the vast number of businesses here that don't accept any other form of payment. (Even in the heart of the city, in order to buy your lunch you will quite likely need cash - one assumes the reason for this has something to do with bank charges).
So this morning I went to get the bus to go into Fremantle, to get the cash out. The reason I needed to go into Fremantle is that in our little shopping centre there are no ATMs. I didn't make it to town.  The reason for this is the bus was early.. for a change.  I watched it fly by me as I was still mounting the kerb on the other side of the road. 
Instead of sitting at the bus stop for another 20 minutes I walked up the road, got a coffee, and went home. I decided to leave for my haircut a little bit early, go and buy something at one of the local shops, and get cash out that way. 
Which I did. I bought two magazines at the local newsagent. The reason for this is that one magazine cost less than $10.00 and most businesses have a $10 minimum eftpos. Then I went to the local supermarket to buy something else. The reason for this is that the newsagent would only give me $100 cash and I needed $200 (some for the haircut, the rest for yoga and coffees).  I roamed around the supermarket looking for something I actually wanted, and that would give me the $10 minimum purchase without too much mucking around. Beetroot is heavy, and at $6.99 a kilo quick to get a $10.00 bag full.
I didn't make it to yoga. The reason for this is I drank half a bottle of wine while peeling the beetroot and recovering from my "busy day".
Just another couple of weeks to go until Sunday trading starts.