Little Jaunt To Auckland. Think some people are as pleased I'll be back as I am.
So, the funeral was... okay.
I guess it was never going to be something good, obviously. But I had thought, seeing as I didn't know the woman or pretty much anyone else there, that it wouldn't affect me too much.
I'm not saying I needed tissues like the pile my mum amassed, but it was sad. Her boyfriend's son, a real staunch white-on-the-outside-black-on-the-inside kinda boy was bawling which was sad. He made me think of a puppy, all bark but really a softy.
I spent most of it thinking about funerals for my own family. The only real death I've ever had to deal with was my childhood pet cat and that set me sobbing for ages.
My mum decided that she was going to get everything completely organised now, because there's no way any of us would be able to arrange anything after she dies...
funeral
Not long after that I got to go play poker again! Yay for poker! Once again I managed to hold on until Iwas in the top three and made a sterling profit of $5! In your face everybody else, except Mark and Chad!
It was pretty fun, but I got the impression some of the others were getting a little tired or just... I don't know. Ready to go to bed? Still,
Ostiawanted Wendy's and that provided a reasonable way to end the night before collapsing into the spare bed at my mum's.
Woke up at 11.20. Hmmm, I thought to myself, what time did mum say my flight was? 1.00pm wasn't it?
I txtd and called and finally managed to get someone to tell me who was taking me to the airport. But it was a complex and back-and-forward approach which meant that Mum and I pulled up to the domestic terminal 5 minutes before my plane was due to leave. Crap sticks.
Obviously, it was too late and they would let me board. I managed to use the ticket price we'd already paid to pay part of the price on a ticket at 4.30 and sat around for a few hours at the terminal, waiting.
Man, its really really lonely in the crowd at an airport.
We bumped into a lady and her daughter who had missed the same flight and were very flustered. The girl had some sort of Riding National Selection thing down here at 6.30 and didin't know how she was going to get there without a ride from the airport etc etc.
Mum and I tried to help out, calling some people we knew down here, but in the end I just gave her my number and said 'I'm arriving at six, we'll just make it if you get a ride with me if you haven't figured anything else out.' I got down and had no txt and no sign of her, though she had said she would txt regardless just so I didn't look for her.
I hope she made it. Also, given the cuteness factor, getting a txt wouldn't be bad either.
While I was waiting I mananged to read the entirety of Chad Taylor's Electric. I mentioned him in a previous post talking about a New Zealand Sci-Fi anthology where I said he made me feel like I was reading Neil Gaiman stories, which is a Very Good Thing.
Electric left me feeling just as drained as Gaiman, though it was short and didn't stray into sci-fi as I had expected. It reminded me more of reading Fight Club, thematically. Check out the reviews and, if you get the chance, read it. I picked it up for $2.50 at the airport WareWhare, so you could probably find it at your local red shed too.
But eventually I made it home! Wondering what to do tonight.
Incidentally, today is my fifth wedding anniversary. It's going better than I thought.
I guess it was never going to be something good, obviously. But I had thought, seeing as I didn't know the woman or pretty much anyone else there, that it wouldn't affect me too much.
I'm not saying I needed tissues like the pile my mum amassed, but it was sad. Her boyfriend's son, a real staunch white-on-the-outside-black-on-the-inside kinda boy was bawling which was sad. He made me think of a puppy, all bark but really a softy.
I spent most of it thinking about funerals for my own family. The only real death I've ever had to deal with was my childhood pet cat and that set me sobbing for ages.
My mum decided that she was going to get everything completely organised now, because there's no way any of us would be able to arrange anything after she dies...
funeral
Not long after that I got to go play poker again! Yay for poker! Once again I managed to hold on until Iwas in the top three and made a sterling profit of $5! In your face everybody else, except Mark and Chad!
It was pretty fun, but I got the impression some of the others were getting a little tired or just... I don't know. Ready to go to bed? Still,
Ostiawanted Wendy's and that provided a reasonable way to end the night before collapsing into the spare bed at my mum's.
Woke up at 11.20. Hmmm, I thought to myself, what time did mum say my flight was? 1.00pm wasn't it?
I txtd and called and finally managed to get someone to tell me who was taking me to the airport. But it was a complex and back-and-forward approach which meant that Mum and I pulled up to the domestic terminal 5 minutes before my plane was due to leave. Crap sticks.
Obviously, it was too late and they would let me board. I managed to use the ticket price we'd already paid to pay part of the price on a ticket at 4.30 and sat around for a few hours at the terminal, waiting.
Man, its really really lonely in the crowd at an airport.
We bumped into a lady and her daughter who had missed the same flight and were very flustered. The girl had some sort of Riding National Selection thing down here at 6.30 and didin't know how she was going to get there without a ride from the airport etc etc.
Mum and I tried to help out, calling some people we knew down here, but in the end I just gave her my number and said 'I'm arriving at six, we'll just make it if you get a ride with me if you haven't figured anything else out.' I got down and had no txt and no sign of her, though she had said she would txt regardless just so I didn't look for her.
I hope she made it. Also, given the cuteness factor, getting a txt wouldn't be bad either.
While I was waiting I mananged to read the entirety of Chad Taylor's Electric. I mentioned him in a previous post talking about a New Zealand Sci-Fi anthology where I said he made me feel like I was reading Neil Gaiman stories, which is a Very Good Thing.
Electric left me feeling just as drained as Gaiman, though it was short and didn't stray into sci-fi as I had expected. It reminded me more of reading Fight Club, thematically. Check out the reviews and, if you get the chance, read it. I picked it up for $2.50 at the airport WareWhare, so you could probably find it at your local red shed too.
But eventually I made it home! Wondering what to do tonight.
Incidentally, today is my fifth wedding anniversary. It's going better than I thought.