Friday morning

I kinda like starting late on a Friday. I can sleep in and get a bit of alone time. On Wednesday night I wrote some more book and a tiny more last night.

I like meeting my friends for lunch. It feels much more like I work a grown-up job than I have ever experienced before, of course as Regan said yesterday it would be much nicer if having lunch was *all* we had to do.

My Threadless tshirt order arrived on Tuesday and I’ve been wearing them all week. I really, really love ‘my turn’ which has strange creatures queuing up around the tshirt. They are queuing up for pie. I love it.

Last night I made another Threadless order because they have a $10 sale on right now. I am getting Emo Bear, In Case of Zombies and Cryptozoology for me, In Case of Emergency Break Dance and the one with the dead match for Lee. I suspect I may have to get rid of some of my other tshirts to make room.

I have been putting aside tshirts for a tshirt quilt, especially ones I am keeping for sentimental value like old play shirts and my supporters club one from school. I may have to sacrifice some more.
The house is still in need of a bit more cleaning and tidying and furniture evacuation before it is open home ready, but it is looking pretty darn good.

I am reading Wuthering Heights for the first time and am astounded to realise that the games I’ve been running of one-off Wuthering Heights madness aren’t OTT enough! Awesome. I like the weird old words they use to. My favourite so far is ‘penetralium’ meaning of course, the inside of a house. Love it.

I’ve been having a low level stress problem, tied into work and selling the house which is manifesting mostly as a jaw clenching at night. Every time I sleep on my side I wake up clenching my teeth together and my jaw is really stiff.
Any suggestions on how to stop doing this….in my sleep?

PoF: pjs
CO: jaw clenching makes my neck hurt a little too

Wacky Cake

Natalya’s Wacky Cake recipe.

2 cups of plain flour
1 1/2 cups sugar
3 Tablespoons of cocoa
1 teaspoon baking soda
mix dry ingrediants together, make three dents with a tablespoon and add into the dents:
1 teaspoon vanilla
1 tablespoon of vinegar
125g of melted butter

Pour one cup of tepid water over the mixture and beat well. Optional Jenni addition: 1 cup of chocolate chips. Once it’s well blended put in a cake tin and bake in a moderate oven (350 F or 180 C) for 45 mins to an hour.

The above is my current go-to recipe for cake and cupcakes. In my oven it does a good balance of gooey chocolate centre and crispy top.
Steve can attest to the yumminess, and I enjoy making it because it’s super fast to put together. I’ve posted it on my blog because I made it for my workmates last week and two have asked for the recipe. This way I don’t have to remember to bring it…

PoF: owls
CO: weekend

open home ready

This whole ‘trying to get the house clean, tidy and uncluttered so that we can have prospective buyers’ through is stressing me out on a subliminal level. I know this because all last night I dreamed about packing and moving.

Just before I woke up I dreamed that Lee and I had gone on a holiday to New Plymouth and I had loved it so much I insisted that we leave our jobs and move to New Plymouth. I’m not sure why I loved New Plymouth so very much, since I’ve not been there that I can remember, but in my dream that was where our futures were. Weird dream.

This evening (in real life) Lee finished touching up the paintwork in the second bedroom and cleaned old paint splatters off the floor to ceiling windows that look into the lounge. I packed up all my scrapbooking stuff *sob* and moved all the books off the big black bookcase. We moved the big black bookcase into the second bedroom and I put all the prettiest books back on it.

Lee moved the other bookcases that were already in there around to look neater, and arranged his tech stuff on one of them. I dusted and Lee vacuumed and took out the rubbish. The table’s been moved into the far corner where the big black bookcase used to be and the space in the lounge has really opened up. It’s going to look amazing when we move the littlest couch into the second bedroom for open homes.

Cleaning wise, I’ve been working hard on the bathroom. Scrubbing at the shower with a brush and cleaning the grouting and all the fittings.

I still need to:

  • Finish tidying the laundry and clean the floor in there.
  • Move the monolith to the other side of the bedroom
  • Shift packed boxes to Lee’s parent’s house
  • Shift big bits of furniture that we aren’t using out (one desk to Lee’s parent’s place and one….who knows where?)
  • Then there’s just a bunch of surface cleaning, tidying and we’re good to go.

Once the little couch is in the second bedroom I can pretend like it’s my own private library. Bliss!
I have a cold. It’s better today than it’s been. It’s been low level distressing all week, sore throat on Monday, phlegm and stuffiness on Tuesday, brain o’fuzz on Wednesday and coughing and sneezing today. Hopefully sleeping in tomorrow will make it all better.

I am reading the last book in the Vicky Nelson series by Tanya Huff. It is called Blood Debt and is not the best in the series. I do want to know what happens in the end though, so I keep going.
I have also read a book called Happy Kid! that C lent me. It was pretty fun and strange and overall I enjoyed it. Not the best book I’ve ever read, but certainly not the worst.

I also saw the Simpsons Movie. It was alright.

PoF: exhaustion
CO: head space

Brunching wellingtonians

Some more random brunch reviews, since Lee and I seem to be addicted to brunching.

Felix: Lee had the big breakfast and it came with delish cranskys. I had poached eggs and they were fine, served on sourdough as is the current trend everywhere. Felix have T leaf tea so they get approval from me.

Lyall Bay Surf Club: So, it’s in Lyall Bay, which is something of a pain to get to, but it was for a family birthday thing. The cafe does a good line in surf/kiwiana kitsch and I quite like the tshirts they sell but the place was very crowded and it’s all wood and open and windows and it was very very loud. Lee had the big breakfast which was pretty good.
I had poached eggs which were made with vinegar like my mum used to do so I had a happy memory association there. On the other hand they were more like boiled eggs with hardly any runny yolk, so that was a bit disappointing. Nice hot blackcurrant but I was very put off by the fact we had to yell at our table mates to be heard, it felt like being in a pub or something, which is not what I want on a Sunday morning.

When we left there were all these people queuing to get in, which freaked me out. I mean it’s good there, but it’s not the only cafe in Wellington people!

Sweet Mother’s Kitchen: I know I’ve already mentioned them but I do like it there. On the last day of the film festival Lee and I both had the waffles and they were good. Big thick waffles with large squares pressed into them. I had them with berries and Lee had bacon/banana/maple syrup. Good stuff.
Sweet Mother’s Kitchen has strings of plastic vegetables that light up at night. Everyone who works there is terribly bohemian and cool. It’s neat, but it’s busy so you can’t always get a table.

Leuven: also does awesome waffles. I quite like it there too, because it’s all fancy inside.

Calzone: their bathrooms are scary with mirrors on both walls so that you are infinitely repeated. The breakfasts are fine. I had pancakes that were nice and thick and fluffy (I can’t stand those thin, stodgy buttermilk crepe things) and Lee had the big breakfast again I think. It was right before I saw Animation for Kids and I don’t remember very clearly. I ordered a cup of tea and the pot came out half filled. I think it’s mean when cafes are stingy on boiling water.
Now. Where to go today?

Generally we brunch on a Sunday but we have a family thing tomorrow so this week it’s Saturday.


On Sunday Lee and I and a bunch of other people saw King Lear performed by the Royal Shakespeare Company at the St James.

It was long, obviously the RSC are not big editors of the Bard’s prose, and it was depressing, because more than the other famous Tragedies Lear is about a lot of people just being awful to each other. There are very few purely good characters and of course the ending is all death all the time.

I’ve read that people were disappointed with Sir Ian’s performance, but I thought he was astounding – completely inhabiting the role of Lear with all the arrogance and flaws and regret and madness and fear. His delivery of “let me not be mad” nearly took my breath away.

The daughters were very good; Goneril was ice-queen extraordinarily cold and unreachable. Utterly majestic and sure of herself. Regan was rather terrifying; a lush always with a glass of wine in her hand who laughed at her husband’s cruelty, although she had a strange way of delivering the prose, unusual uses of pauses.

Cordelia was very beautiful and I nearly died with envy over her white dress at the start but I found her performance very wet. But then the character is very wet…also she seemed to throw herself on the floor a lot, or walk bent at the waist for some reason. Still I did cry when she died, but that was likely because of the force of the despair Sir Ian was projecting.

Overall the production was exceptionally beautiful, slick and perfect as you would expect and I enjoyed it greatly. The torture of Kent wasn’t as horrible to watch as it could have been, but they showed the hanging of the fool on stage and I didn’t like that at all.

(Although it was the last thing to happen before the intermission and the woman sitting behind us [who kept kicking Lee in the head when she shifted around] turned to her husband and said ‘it wasn’t very nice of them to hang him!’ and I had to laugh. I’m not sure what play she thought she was seeing?)

Edgar and Edmund were both fantastic, Edgar’s transformation from geeky brother to madman to triumphant hero was absolutely believable. Edmund was wonderfully charismatic, sly and evil and the best kind of Shakespearean villain.
I liked the fool too, although it was sometimes hard to make out what he was saying. He really got the dry ‘telling it like it is’ lines and made them cutting. He also played the spoons.

So yeah. I enjoyed the play and I’d see the RSC if they ever come back.

PoF: bear ear hoody
CO: weekend tomorrow