Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Giant dragonflies & llamas
Are what I saw today.
We went off in search of Cross Creek. The spot of the old town at the foot of the Rimutaka incline where the fell engines used to cross the ranges before the tunnel was built in the 1950s. There wasn't much left of it. An overgrown tennis court - broken asphalt and encroaching bush. Twined amongst the native bush there were small signs - a growth of ivy, blackberry brambles, a single old fashioned rose bush, heavy with scarlet rosehips. Pieces of old clay brick lined some of the walk ways and across the path of the former railway tracks were the occasional chips of coal - dropped from the steam engines over 50 years ago.
None of the houses remained along the site of the old main street. They had all been transported to Featherston long ago. We found the end of the train line where a giant turntable used to turn the train engines around to go back up the incline and several large trenches that were used to replace the brake blocks after every trip.
On the long walkway from the carpark to cross creek we saw a giant dragonfly, a kingfisher and a herd of four llamas.
We went off in search of Cross Creek. The spot of the old town at the foot of the Rimutaka incline where the fell engines used to cross the ranges before the tunnel was built in the 1950s. There wasn't much left of it. An overgrown tennis court - broken asphalt and encroaching bush. Twined amongst the native bush there were small signs - a growth of ivy, blackberry brambles, a single old fashioned rose bush, heavy with scarlet rosehips. Pieces of old clay brick lined some of the walk ways and across the path of the former railway tracks were the occasional chips of coal - dropped from the steam engines over 50 years ago.
None of the houses remained along the site of the old main street. They had all been transported to Featherston long ago. We found the end of the train line where a giant turntable used to turn the train engines around to go back up the incline and several large trenches that were used to replace the brake blocks after every trip.
On the long walkway from the carpark to cross creek we saw a giant dragonfly, a kingfisher and a herd of four llamas.
Tuesday, March 4, 2008
Over active
Everything is feeling a bit like drudgery at the moment. Work is a blur of emails, phone calls, meetings and deadlines. We are very short-staffed. I am becoming terminally snappy. Plus there is an underlying hum of stress as we wait to here about the outcome of our restructure.
Home should be a haven from such things. But at the moment mine is not. This is because I am trying to organise some major construction work on the property where I live. It is an apartment complex which means that all the owners have to agree to the details. This is a challenge. I come home to emails, papers, relationship management and generally making my poor worn-out brain think some more. Did I mention I am becoming terminally snappy?
One might think if I am so bowled over by drudgery that I might have second thoughts about reproduction. Ha, ha. Denial is not a river in Egypt.
On a final positive note - I am, inchworm step by inchworm step, decluttering the apartment. Halleluyah!
Home should be a haven from such things. But at the moment mine is not. This is because I am trying to organise some major construction work on the property where I live. It is an apartment complex which means that all the owners have to agree to the details. This is a challenge. I come home to emails, papers, relationship management and generally making my poor worn-out brain think some more. Did I mention I am becoming terminally snappy?
One might think if I am so bowled over by drudgery that I might have second thoughts about reproduction. Ha, ha. Denial is not a river in Egypt.
On a final positive note - I am, inchworm step by inchworm step, decluttering the apartment. Halleluyah!
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