Blog Therapy

The last time I wrote anything here it was May 23.

Now it's August. So much for writing every week.

I don't want to get too heavy about this - but obviously the blog thing came along just when I really needed the therapy during the bad ol' times working for some nasty bastards back in Sydney.

Now I'm home in NZ again, happy as can be, I LIKE my job, and well ... it's all good really.

Actually being able to tell people I like my job is a bit weird. People aren't used to hearing me say that. I'm not used to hearing me say that. It's a foreign concept. You go to work, get paid, and you enjoy it. It is fun.

Eh????? Fun? Excuse me but how does that happen?!

Strange times indeed.

As for being back in Wellington, my old home town never looked so good.

I stagger up the 50 steps from our house to the street in my big warm coat, wind howling around me ears, I drag open the car door and make sure it doesn't slam on my ankle as I close it with the wind gusts pushing it at me. I flick on the windscreen wipers as a few droplets of spitting rain manage to connect with the glass before the wind tosses them on.

I do the four-point turn in our narrow but yet typical Wellington street to get the car facing the right way and therefore saving half a litre of gas by not driving round the block, I'm off down the road, watching the wind gusts sliding in the puddles on the road ... and I'm smiling the whole time.

It's so good to be home. What a nutcase.

Turns out the therapy I really needed was a good southerly storm.