Life
could be worse
10 February, 2000
Calm days are a treat in Wellington. They're unexpected, and all the more delicious for that. In Wellington you grow up with the wind, it's absence can almost seem miraculous.
Today was like that. Overcast, but warm and calm. I took Matthew cycling. He loves it. Before we left he walked around the house with his helmet, trying it on for size. I put him up in the bike seat and off we went. Down the hill, turn right, turn right again and off around the bays. A lovely flat seaside ride. He looked at the planes flying in, and the boats sailing out of the harbour, and the few cars that passed us by.
We cycled up to the lighthouse at the top of the peninsula, then carried on around the other side. We stopped at a small beach, and sat there on a bench on the grass. He wandered around sipping from his water bottle. I just sat back, stretched my legs out and enjoyed the sun.
Cycling around I'd felt wonderfully happy. I'd smiled for no particular reason. Sitting there I felt at ease with myself.
It's been a good day. I handed over most of the site I'd been doing this morning to the client. They were really happy with it and there's not a lot more to do. I have another small job lined up. I shouted myself a latte and a muffin this morning. I got up to date on my personal e-mail's. I did the shopping. I had a beer with dinner.
Life could be worse, ya know. Life could be worse.