for a variety of reasons the boy, the hounds, and i, are moving from our innercity warehousey space to the burbs….
i’m going to miss the sounds and energy in the city..
i’m going to miss the multi-cultural mix that makes auckland feel like a real city of the world..
i’m going to miss the 8-10 foodhalls within 5-10 mins walk..
i’m going to miss walking the hounds around the wharves/viaduct…
i’m going to miss me and the hounds walking the boy to/from school…
i’m going to miss the delights of watching the boy delighting in expertly weaving in and out of the pedestrians on queen st on his super-slider scooter..(when he was about 5 or so i remember him watching ‘big kids’ do that sort of stuff, and obviously thinking it uber-cool, in his five year old way…now he has had the experience)…
i’m going to miss creative jay-walking…you can get around in half the time..
i’m going to miss being on smiling/nodding/gidday relationship terms with street cleaners/shopkeepers/streetpeople….once again part of life in a real city..
i’m going to miss friendly helpful bus drivers who wait for running would-be passengers, and generally act as civilised human beings (see ‘what i won’t miss’ for the other sort)..
i’m going to miss not having to own/run a car…
i’m going to miss not having to drive a car in auckland city…..
i’m going to miss short taxi rides/yacks with friendly nice-smelling taxi drivers (see “what i don’t like” for the other sort)
i’m going to miss the delights of hanging out down at the wharves for awhile…ferries and harbour traffic and all that stuff..
i’m going to miss the delights of using myers park as the preferred route to and from city/k’rd (it’s always puzzled me why people churn up and down queen st when there is this delightful, quiet oasis to walk through…
i’m going to miss the interaction i get from/with people/strangers because of/through the hounds…(a man walking alone is a possible threat..a man with two friendly dogs is someone to yack/joke/smile with/to; sad but true..and reason number 53 to brighten up your life by bringing a dog/dogs into it)(of course we all know dogs are temporarily fallen angels and cats are satans’ spawn, eh?)
i’m going to miss the city as it is when you lot have all gone home..autum/spring evenings and sundays in particular..
i’m going to miss the bookshops with armchairs (thank you borders)..
(there’s a funny aside to this; staff at borders have a cavalier attitude to people like myself and the boy who go in there, grab a hundred bucks worth of mags and curl up[ in an armchair for an hour or so..obviously this ethos comes from management….
whereas down the road at whitcoulls it’s a bit different..when i first started going there staff eyed me up and muttered amongst themselves..and disapproving looks was it for awhile..
till the day a junior middle management person approached me as i sat comfortably curled up in an armchair and deep in magazine world..he was watched by other staff a way off, clustered around the cash register….
he came up to me and said something..as i often read while having music playing i had to take my headphones off and go “sorry, didn’t get that”
this threw him abit, but he still managed to draw himself up and in a somewhat frosty and sarky tone said “can i help you with anything sir?”
(this was obviously meant to induce guilt in me for abusing their hospitality(?)..)
i paused for a moment, (for effect); looked to my right at the pile of mags already read, to my left at the to-read pile, and at the one in my hand, and looked back up at him towering over me, a grim tight look on his pursed little mouth/face (y’know how it is with ambitous butt-kissing junior middle-managment)..
anyway, i gave him a friendly smile and said “no thanks, i think i’m right at the moment; oh, you wouldn’t sell cold drinks like borders do would you? i’m a bit thirsty now you mention it”(knowing full well they don’t)
i then just kept looking/smiling at him as his face turned red and his mouth opened and shut a couple of times, no sound coming out…he then managed to snarl “no, we don’t”, before wheeling and retreating..this all watched by the gathered staff, some of whom were smirking and obviously chuffed at seeiing ambitous, butt-kissing, junior muddle-management dude getting bitch slapped/publicly humiliated/bettered by a punter..
from then on these smirking staff greeted greeted me with a cheery gidday and a smile; buttkisser and his acolytes maintained their surly sullen attitude..but kept well clear..
that’s enough for now, more later, including ‘what i won’t miss’..