Saturday, May 21, 2005
Heaven Up Here
Soundtrack: "Heaven Up Here" by Echo and the Bunnymen (well duh)
Good evening this evening.
I spent yesterday in the house doing Blake's psych assignment for him. Yes. We'd been to the same amount of lectures on the subject. The deadline was for 4.30pm, but it became clear that we weren't going to finish at around 3pm when we'd been "working" all day and I'd only done 639 words out of the required 1500. I wish I had a Stephen. I wish I had a Stephen anyway. The man is inherently likeable (as I once drunkenly intoned to Toby), and come on. Have you ever met anybody as gorgeous? I think not.
Aunty Wendy took Elaine, Blake and I for breakfast at the fancy Italian place down at Adelaide Market, and I had a nice healthy Mediterranean fry-up, which did me no good because I had an artery-clogging ice chocolate-and-mint to go with. Aunty Wendy then took me to Chateau Moteur, which is the swanky place where they bought their Merc, and she brings it in for a wash every fortnight. However, they only charge A$10 a go. Rather good value.
In the afternoon, we went up to Cleland Nature Reserve in the Adelaide Hills. Adelaide's funny like that - you'll be in the city one minute, the country the next, so quite similar to HK Island and Sibu in that respect. I saw all sorts of crazy Australian animals, like potoroos and kangaroos and koalas and scary goose things and scary emus and other scary scary birds urgh urgh urgh. But the cuddly marsupial types were good. Sadly, no platypi (query plural), but no worries, eh? She'll be right.
We went for a bit of a drive afterwards. Aunty Wendy drove us right into the countryside, and then up to Mount Osmond. By then, the sun had set (it's hard to remember that it's winter here) and you could see all the lights of Adelaide. I hadn't realised how much of it there was - in actuality, you can only see a small piece of it from the house. The city was laid out like a beautiful, sparkling embroidered cloth before my feet (stealing from Yeats, there. I have the cloths of heaven, but oh, I have my dreams as well) and I couldn't stop exclaiming as more and more was revealed as we moved closer and closer to the summit.
It's heaven up here. But not, as the Bunnymen joked, hell down there. Life's just lovely right now.
Good evening this evening.
I spent yesterday in the house doing Blake's psych assignment for him. Yes. We'd been to the same amount of lectures on the subject. The deadline was for 4.30pm, but it became clear that we weren't going to finish at around 3pm when we'd been "working" all day and I'd only done 639 words out of the required 1500. I wish I had a Stephen. I wish I had a Stephen anyway. The man is inherently likeable (as I once drunkenly intoned to Toby), and come on. Have you ever met anybody as gorgeous? I think not.
Aunty Wendy took Elaine, Blake and I for breakfast at the fancy Italian place down at Adelaide Market, and I had a nice healthy Mediterranean fry-up, which did me no good because I had an artery-clogging ice chocolate-and-mint to go with. Aunty Wendy then took me to Chateau Moteur, which is the swanky place where they bought their Merc, and she brings it in for a wash every fortnight. However, they only charge A$10 a go. Rather good value.
In the afternoon, we went up to Cleland Nature Reserve in the Adelaide Hills. Adelaide's funny like that - you'll be in the city one minute, the country the next, so quite similar to HK Island and Sibu in that respect. I saw all sorts of crazy Australian animals, like potoroos and kangaroos and koalas and scary goose things and scary emus and other scary scary birds urgh urgh urgh. But the cuddly marsupial types were good. Sadly, no platypi (query plural), but no worries, eh? She'll be right.
We went for a bit of a drive afterwards. Aunty Wendy drove us right into the countryside, and then up to Mount Osmond. By then, the sun had set (it's hard to remember that it's winter here) and you could see all the lights of Adelaide. I hadn't realised how much of it there was - in actuality, you can only see a small piece of it from the house. The city was laid out like a beautiful, sparkling embroidered cloth before my feet (stealing from Yeats, there. I have the cloths of heaven, but oh, I have my dreams as well) and I couldn't stop exclaiming as more and more was revealed as we moved closer and closer to the summit.
It's heaven up here. But not, as the Bunnymen joked, hell down there. Life's just lovely right now.
