The biggest external change in my life from moving into the new house is trading a 20 minute walk to work for a 45-60 minute drive. Lee’s commute is even worse, unfortunately. Still, buses and bus/train combinations are plentiful. And once I figure out the timetable a little bit better, that’s the way I will usually go. Unless I buy a scooter, but that’s a discussion for another post.
While I’m still learning the transit system ropes, I have tended to show up extra early at the bus stop… My fears of apocalyptic queues of people breathing viruses at me as they wait to get on the bus have proven unfounded.
And it’s a pretty ride over the Harbour Bridge, especially when I’m not having to drive. Above is the view in the morning, and below is a view on the way home, where yesterday I got the top front seat in a double decker bus.
Proud of the unruly, cantankerous residents of Brattleboro and surrounding towns! They would argue endlessly over a fifty cent rise in trash fees or what color to paint the school maintenance shed, but they’ll do it six feet apart while wearing face masks!
That’s the Chelsea Sugar Mill, which lives at the bottom of our street. Or I guess we live at the top of its street, since it’s been there 130+ years and we’ve been here a week.
It’s New Zealand’s only sugar mill, processing some 200,000 tonnes per year, 80% for domestic use. NZ never had much of a sugar economy, not hot enough I would guess. Today, most of the raw sugar comes in from Queensland. probably on ships like the one in the picture.
In the 1880s, all the traffic would have been by ship. But today, most of that domestic production goes out by truck. Up the steep road we live near the top of. That’s a fair number of large trucks churning up a steep hill, downshifting, chugging, downshifting, chugging. It’s a feature of this property that the real estate agent entirely forgot to highlight in the brochure… sloppy work I’d say. But it’s a good thing, because if they had disclosed that, I’m sure someone else would’ve bought the house before we did! Or not.
Trucks or not, it’s still pretty cool to have our own national landmark like that. Sugar mill factory tours are suspended due to the pandemic, but I’m looking forward to learning more…
We had the New Zealand ritual meal of takeaway fish n chips, so it’s settled… we have a new home. Although the actual move was last Monday, we’ve taken all week to get (mostly) unpacked, organize our stuff into its new spaces, etc. Lee actually made it to work a couple days, I’m in school today and back to work Monday.
The place wasn’t nearly as clean as we would have liked, and we’ve discovered a bunch of little things that should have been working but aren’t. We’ve also been on a bit of a buying spree to take advantage of more space, especially outdoor space. So between hardware store stuff, tradesmen, and decorating, the budget is blown for the next few months.
Still and all, it’s ours, and that’s a wonderful feeling, if slightly unnerving… who takes on such a mortgage at our age? And what about all the things that might break?
Yesterday we excitedly set off to close on and pick up the keys to our new home in Birkenhead. But shortly after we got on the freeway, we found ourselves stuck in what turned out to be a 2-hour-+ traffic jam.
In what today’s paper calls a “once in a decade” gust of wind, two trucks blew over on the middle of the Harbour Bridge. When we finally got past it all, we drove by one of them, pic above.
But it was the other truck that will cause us longer-term problems. It skidded into some vulnerable bit of bridge structure which will result in weeks of lane closures. The bridge will be at only half capacity during that time. Work from home here we come.
We always knew that moving to the North Shore was a trade off between convenient commuting (our current rental) and affordable ownership. But this is not exactly the trade off we were expecting… Luckily the pandemic has sharpened our WFH skills!
And PS, the closing went off without any problems, and we are Kiwi homeowners. The movers come on Monday, although the cost just went up for the time they’ll sit in bridge traffic.
I’ve been following a program of indoor cycling using an app called FulGaz, 21 rides in 21 days to celebrate the Tour de France. Two thirds done, it’s averaged about an hour and 20 minutes per day. Not a ton of time in the world of going out for a bike ride, but still a lot of effort since there’s no stopping, no coasting, no downhills. Just pedaling away trying to generate as many watts as possible. I can sustain a little more than two watts per kg of body weight. By contrast, the pros are doing 4.5, and in the big mountains they’ll get over six for a few minutes.
I don’t have a fancy smart trainer, but the app shows me video of the French countryside while I spin along and estimates my virtual speed based on a sensor attached to my wheel. So an effort that might be worth 20mph on a flat road is only worth 5mph on a steep section of alpine climb. That river of sweat is what it took to get up Mt Ventoux last night, the longest stage of my Tour. I don’t have the algorithm set up just right, so it took me quite a bit longer than when I did it four years ago in real life.
Update : Last night I completed the final leg of the series with a painfully slow crawl up the Alpe d’Huez. Proud to have gotten through all the stages, but looking forward to being back in the water tomorrow!!
Went for a lunchtime hike up Maungawhau/Mt Eden the other day. Construction of a new walkway around the crater rim is well underway.
It looks nice (for a walkway), and I’m sure it will improve the safety and accessibility of this popular spot while also reducing the degradation that comes from lots of people tromping around on a narrow and often muddy trail. But at the same time there’s a small piece of me that wonders about smoothing too many of the rough edges.
It will be the best of times or more likely the worst of times…
‘Retirement Village’ is the common term here in NZ for places where old people go to live out their days with various levels of care provided.
This village above is appealing to a certain lifestyle image… I may be old but I’m still fun and in control of my life.
But directly across the street is an entirely different pitch… get thee to a nunnery, more or less.
Interestingly, I looked at both web sites and couldn’t see much difference… small beige apartments with hand rails in the bath, smiling staff, and the promise of activities and opportunities that I suspect don’t actually get used all that much.
Misty helping me get through today’s Zoom session of my Enterprise Networking class. In theory we’ll be back on campus as of next week. That will mark the beginning of the new normal here, although it’s what the rest of the world already lives with: there’s some disease floating around, but we have to get back to work, so try not to get sick.