Went to Christchurch for
a family party – a good enough
reason to go.
But also caught up with friends,
and met a priest – bought some records
I didn’t need but wanted
(so badly, the way it always is; a friend told me
recently that addiction is a behaviour you don’t
want to perform but can’t stop).
We watched some basketball, shot a
few hoops of my own – and, yeah, so what
if my opponents were 11 and 12,
I crushed them anyway. We saw the Hotere
exhibition, we were blown away. We took
scooters through the park and I bought a
new coat and an old Gerald Murnane poetry
book from the store. Hard to pick a favourite
moment – but that might have been it.
I like Christchurch a lot these days.
Great place to visit. We arrived home to
much rain and even more washing to do.
The water is piling up under the sink, which isn’t
ideal but we’ve got a new showerhead – so there’s
something to celebrate I guess.