The Book of Ashes

Carving candles onto concrete 10:11AM

Oh yeah, a little bit of advice for the unwary:

Don't carve candles onto concrete. I was thinning down the end of a candle outside my front door step so that one end would fit into a beer bottle. I thought sweet as, I'll let the flakes fall here and they will blow away or I can kick them away later. Ummmm no! They kind of stick to the concrete and kicking at them tends to hit them harder into the concrete. It probably didn't help that I rollerbladed over it a few times but hey, you can't be thinking about such things all the time, right? So now theres lots of little white blobs all around the outside of my door. I am just now realising how hard they are going to be to remove. They won't disolve in the rain or wash away. They will slowly wear down over time as people walk over them. Maybe I could get a piece of paper and an iron and melt them into the paper (this works really well on pants that you have spilt wax on). I would look really stupid ironing the concrete path though :

thurs 12:21PM

I feel satisfied, a little exhausted even but not enough to be a nuisance. I just took the rubbish out and ran off the last of my energy to the end of the street and back. Our street is quite deceiving, it slopes upwards at an ever increasing angle till by the time you get near the top you are almost climbing. It turns your legs to jelly. I can almost make it without achieving the jelly effect.

It is nice out, cold, fresh, beautiful. I used to take Wellington for granted till a girl from the USA came to stay. She kept mentioning how beautiful it was, a city of lights by the sea and slowly I opened my eyes and began to appreciate it. I will try to get some photos up here soon so you can see what I mean.

I have just remembered of something that happened on Tuesday night. We were sitting round playing cards, Gerry, Susan (Gerry's friend come to stay a few days), Fi and myself. Somehow they all realised that they were all left handers. How freaky is that? I was the only right hander there. And something that I never thought of was that cards are designed for right handers. The numbers are on one side only so if you fan them out the opposite way as a left hander would then you see absolutely no numbers. Wow, I had never thought of that. Of course that lead me to think of getting some left hander cards that were the opposite and then playing a game with some unsuspecting friends. They might not notice the subtle difference and spend ages puzzling over why they couldn't fan out their cards properly. That would be funny, but Susan ruined it by pointing out that left handed cards have the numbers on all four corners.

Ok so what about Thursday then? huh? huh? It was pretty average. I actually got up early cause I had had a good nights sleep for once. The only thing of interest in the day was that I sorted out the final details for the venue for my party. If we spend over $1000 at the bar then I get a refund on the $100 I paid to hire the place out. Cool, but I'm not into trying to make my friends spend extra just so I get money back. We'll just see how it goes.

After work Fi came over just as I was starting tea. So I canned that and went for a blade instead. Something I learned in Nam (or maybe it was Dunners) was that you take all the opportunities that you can. I could always eat dinner later, can't always go for a blade tho. I discovered that Fi went to school with Tijs, Chris and Brad. Whoa! small world... These three dangers to society lived round the corner from me with Clayton Davies in Dunners. I imagine they have enough stories to tell to fill the entire trillion pages by themselves

Hanging out with Fi 12:28PM

After that I cooked tea and then went over to Fi's to watch videos. She had the Labyrinth and Ever After. Both had masquerade parties in them so we fast forwarded to those bits to get ideas for my one. I am now better educated in this area.

And that was my day. I came home, ran up the hill, put out the rubbish and am now writing this. I have an experiment I wish to try out some time though and that is to sleep on my couch one night. It is quite comfy to lean back in and I imagine lay on. Its kinda soft and probably bad for your back but one night I will sleep out in the lounge instead of my bed. Gerry is away at the moment on some kind of course so I have the house all to myself. This is cool. It means I can have raging parties all through the night, I can walk around butt naked and nobody will scream or pass out and I can burp and fart as much as I want. Of course just cause I can do this doesn't mean I will. In reality I'll go to bed earlier cause I'm bored or else do extra house work cause theres no one to talk to.

Right, nuff said, Simon says sleep now..