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Life has returned to stability, and the pressure has abated.
Almost a month ago now I observed that my MX-5's raison d'être is to be beautiful. That sounds almost ridiculous to my own ears, and it's a bit to swallow, but I also believe it to be true. A couple of chance encounters with members of the public, and it's strange, with BMW drivers aside, just this car existing brings joy to (at least some of) those that see it. Pedestrian kids are particularly unrestrained in their admiration. I have been stopped at traffics light mulitple times and had chats with randoms, mostly admiring the car and/or sharing something about theirs. It is strange to think that I bring joy to the world by merely driving a particular car around. However clean and polished I kept Blue, it wouldn't have this effect on people.
Tonight I traded gestures with people in a soft-top grey MX-5 ND, a man and his wife (mistress?). I have no idea what they were trying to convey specifically, but it was definitiely positive, and I took energy from the exchange (how rare is that!). This morning on the drive home I was very pointedly ignored by the grey RF ND that I regularly encounter on morning homeward bound drive, the agressive young asain fellow with the Japanese style plates that almost spell "Envy". I like to have to roof down and look as dorky as possible to taint him by association, because I'm an asshole like that.
The rain has made me consider the massive difference in feel the car has between roof up and down. And tonight I found that I can drive at 70kmph in a reasonable downpour with the roof down and not get wet, shape of the car punching through rain and all that. Got caught in a sudden downpour on James Ruse Drive, hey, the road was dry when I put the roof down. Definitely I'm more relaxed and open to the world with the roof down.
On Monday Kim wallpapered the feature wall in the living room. To all our amazement it was relatively smooth and easy, I think we'd all psyched up for it to be a monster of a job, yet she'd done it herself before lunch and it looks good to even my critical eye. Although my to-do list has progressed at a snail's pace, yesterday I crossed another large mental barrier in boxing up and listing for sale my original resin 3d printer. I'm still a bit annoyed I haven't used the new one that I got in May yet, but I want to finish the things I said I would before indulging, and that seems to be within sight for the end of the week.
Although, school holiday week with Sophie home, so who knows.
I find it difficult to be concerned about the flooding, Aunt Roma keeps checking in, and Kim keeps herself wound up by pouring over the local area FB group posts. But I don't think the water would reach us even if Warragamba Dam failed, the only direct impact on us is if water and/or electricity and/or sewerage systems fail. Possible, but seemingly unlikely if recent experience is any guide, and that's all I have to go on, so ... don't care. At this point we have a backup plan to go to Kim's parents' place if need be. Leaving the area will leave us open to looters is the biggest risk I currently see.
Strangely I have missed Jess a few times in the last few days. Nothing terribly specific, just, again, seems odd that I'm the only custodian of our memories. And that isn't quite right, not that I can do anything about it.
My YouTube consumption has strangely changed away from miniatures and detailing, and I have returned to critically reviewing movies by the likes of Critical Drinker and Filmento. That's an ongoing theme for me over the years, I wonder what happened to Confused Mathew and the Nostalgia Critic. I s'ppose I haven't watched their stuff since Ettalong, probably since Fury Road came out, which I feel his review of was his swan song. Hmm.
Still have to deal with Sydney Styles, I cannot believe the shitty job on the skylight and door. We're still playing phone tag, bit of a problem with my night shifts. A week and a half off work in lieu of the Tasmania holiday, still no official word on Jack's passport.
Almost a month ago now I observed that my MX-5's raison d'être is to be beautiful. That sounds almost ridiculous to my own ears, and it's a bit to swallow, but I also believe it to be true. A couple of chance encounters with members of the public, and it's strange, with BMW drivers aside, just this car existing brings joy to (at least some of) those that see it. Pedestrian kids are particularly unrestrained in their admiration. I have been stopped at traffics light mulitple times and had chats with randoms, mostly admiring the car and/or sharing something about theirs. It is strange to think that I bring joy to the world by merely driving a particular car around. However clean and polished I kept Blue, it wouldn't have this effect on people.
Tonight I traded gestures with people in a soft-top grey MX-5 ND, a man and his wife (mistress?). I have no idea what they were trying to convey specifically, but it was definitiely positive, and I took energy from the exchange (how rare is that!). This morning on the drive home I was very pointedly ignored by the grey RF ND that I regularly encounter on morning homeward bound drive, the agressive young asain fellow with the Japanese style plates that almost spell "Envy". I like to have to roof down and look as dorky as possible to taint him by association, because I'm an asshole like that.
The rain has made me consider the massive difference in feel the car has between roof up and down. And tonight I found that I can drive at 70kmph in a reasonable downpour with the roof down and not get wet, shape of the car punching through rain and all that. Got caught in a sudden downpour on James Ruse Drive, hey, the road was dry when I put the roof down. Definitely I'm more relaxed and open to the world with the roof down.
On Monday Kim wallpapered the feature wall in the living room. To all our amazement it was relatively smooth and easy, I think we'd all psyched up for it to be a monster of a job, yet she'd done it herself before lunch and it looks good to even my critical eye. Although my to-do list has progressed at a snail's pace, yesterday I crossed another large mental barrier in boxing up and listing for sale my original resin 3d printer. I'm still a bit annoyed I haven't used the new one that I got in May yet, but I want to finish the things I said I would before indulging, and that seems to be within sight for the end of the week.
Although, school holiday week with Sophie home, so who knows.
I find it difficult to be concerned about the flooding, Aunt Roma keeps checking in, and Kim keeps herself wound up by pouring over the local area FB group posts. But I don't think the water would reach us even if Warragamba Dam failed, the only direct impact on us is if water and/or electricity and/or sewerage systems fail. Possible, but seemingly unlikely if recent experience is any guide, and that's all I have to go on, so ... don't care. At this point we have a backup plan to go to Kim's parents' place if need be. Leaving the area will leave us open to looters is the biggest risk I currently see.
Strangely I have missed Jess a few times in the last few days. Nothing terribly specific, just, again, seems odd that I'm the only custodian of our memories. And that isn't quite right, not that I can do anything about it.
My YouTube consumption has strangely changed away from miniatures and detailing, and I have returned to critically reviewing movies by the likes of Critical Drinker and Filmento. That's an ongoing theme for me over the years, I wonder what happened to Confused Mathew and the Nostalgia Critic. I s'ppose I haven't watched their stuff since Ettalong, probably since Fury Road came out, which I feel his review of was his swan song. Hmm.
Still have to deal with Sydney Styles, I cannot believe the shitty job on the skylight and door. We're still playing phone tag, bit of a problem with my night shifts. A week and a half off work in lieu of the Tasmania holiday, still no official word on Jack's passport.