rain

it's been raining lots over the past few days. second major rain in wellington in the past week. swollen rivers and flooded houses. the cartoon in the paper tonight was of the meteorological office building an ark. i got soaked this morning standing inside a bus shelter.

 

wind

that's because it's been windy too. not quite as bad as last week, but close. northerlies, and humid too. wellington in spring ain't pretty.

 

breakfast

hubbard's frutiful flakes

 

lunch

sandwiches - ham, cheese, tomato and mayo, also a peanut butter one

banana and apple

water

 

dinner

home-made pizza

fruit juice

tea and biscuits

 

 

 


 

October 28 - Dads

I was riding home on the bus today, and there were these teenage boys sitting behind, maybe 15, coming home from school. They were talking about other kids at their school, and what their fathers did.

"someone said his dad's a spy"

"and he's like, 'my dad's a government minister, so i can just ask him for what i want'"

"they're really rich, his dad's works for a multi-national and they live in messines rd"

Aside from the obvious questions,like  - why just Dads?, what do Mums do? and why is status so based on jobs? - I got to thinking about how I used to / still do, refer to my Dad.

He's a ship's captain. I'm immensely proud of this, but I never tell people that first off if the question comes up. If asked, I always say he works on the rail ferries, which are the ships operating between the North and South Islands of NZ. And then, because it is kind of an unusual and interesting job, I'll get asked, oh, what does he do on them, and I'll mumble something about being a captain.

I wonder why?

I think a lot of it is because it seems like boasting. And it's somehow ingrained in me that boasting is a no-no. Something that you don't do, pride comes before a fall and all that.

Another part is that it's just plain luck who your Dad is and what he does, and I've always been conscious of that and never wanted to make others feel less lucky.

Hmmm, I'm getting kinda lost here.

The other thing I wanted to say was it feels so strange that someone else is going to be thinking these same thoughts about me in a few years.

I wonder what Matthew will say, what he'll boast about me, what he'll hide?

 

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