Ridiculously excited about my date with a 17-year-old tonight… obviously not an actual date, that would be creepy. It is of course, the final installment of Harry Potter. I’m going on my own as Kent won’t have a bar of the boy wizard.
I’m probably a little too old to be this giddy over a movie, especially one aimed at teens, but there’s gotta be an exception for Harry & Co.
Managed to talk my way into a premiere tonight… Can. Not. Wait!
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Last weekend in Christchurch was beautiful… managed to resist the urge to go near the city centre and the Eastern suburbs, so if I hadn’t known better, it wouldn’t have been too much of a stretch to believe that nothing untoward had gone on there. It all started well, with the clearest day imaginable, here are some of the Southern Alps from the plane:
That was followed by the prettiness of North Canterbury at sunset:
And sunrise… well, let’s call it morning, I rose a little after the sun:
Would have been wrong to visit and not drink some of the products of the vines pictured above… and how could we have wine without nibbly things?
To finish, more clear weather on the plane home:
In between I had a photo shoot with the gorgeous Amy & Thomas – will post their images in the next few days.
Not only have I been a slack blogger, I have been a slack exerciser.
I could blame it on it getting colder and the weather being unreliable, but the cold hard fact is that I have been lazy. In fact, it should be Lazy, with a capital ‘L’. I have completely succumbed to procrastination and my running regime has come seriously a-cropper. In other news, I just used the term ‘a-cropper’… what is that all about?
Rather than being strapped to my feet, this is where my trainers have been recently:
In a box. Not the box they came in, but a box I packed them in when we moved house. Weeks ago. I even had to go looking for them to take this. Disappointed in myself doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Part of the problem, or perhaps all of it, is that I’m pretty much the queen of making excuses as to why I can’t go for a run; “it’s too hot/cold”, “it’s too windy”, “I’m too tired”, “I just washed my hair”…
No, really, I did actually say that last one and while I wish I wasn’t the kind of girl who says high-maintenance stuff like that, my hair is a bit temperamental and on the days it does what it’s told it seems like I’m tempting fate, laughing at the forces of frizz, which is probably an even worse idea than not going for a run. And when I say run, at this point it will be miraculous if I even put the trainers on, so let’s call it a walk.
Cunningly, typing this has put it off for another 5 minutes. See what I mean? But this time, I really am out the door.
I’m off to Christchurch this weekend, certainly not for the first time – I grew up in Canterbury, so my trips back have been pretty regular.
For the first time though, I’m feeling something new about Christchurch – I really, really don’t want to go.
It’s not that I’m not looking forward to seeing my family and catching up with some friends, or that I’m especially concerned about another ‘big one’ (although I am somewhat worried), it’s so much simpler than that: I haven’t visited since the February earthquake and I just don’t want to see it like it is now.
I know that parts of the city are virtually untouched and for the most part I won’t be near the red zone areas, but I can’t help but think that it will be difficult NOT to go near the cordon in the centre of town – while I don’t want to see the Cathedral all broken and sad, I also don’t think I’ll be able to resist seeing it in real life. I guess it’s part- morbid fascination and part- desire to see it for real, because the images in the news seem more like Kabul or Baghdad than the reality of somewhere I know so well.
This was taken mid-September, near my parents’ farm – compared to what happened in February, it almost seems minor now.
I do have the luxury of leaving after the weekend, something so many aren’t able to do, so I’ll ease up on feeling sad and start being thankful.