Retirement changes perspectives.
I am amazed at how quickly the daily routine that working people take for granted has become “strange” to me. Once it was normal that I got up in the morning and went to work. I came home at the end of the day and then got ready to do it again the next day. Now each day has different possibilities. Yesterday, I found myself in attendance at a pop-up shop in Lower Hutt. Parts of the city are empty. Since the advent of the mall, High Street and Queens Drive have atrophied. There are empty shops. The city council is aware that this can be a deathly spiral so has promoted the idea of getting landlords to make their empty properties available for short-term use by community groups. The idea has some theoretical merit, but the reality is that the empty areas have little walk-by traffic, so nobody is fooled into thinking that the empty areas are being rejuvenated. Anyway, as an associate of the Hutt Art society, the camera club shared some exhibition space. We got nine visitors yesterday.
Mary has gone to visit her mother,and I was judged superfluous to the exercise, so I found myself in the city much later than I normally would. Night and rain were falling. At the intersection of Taranaki Street and Courtenay Place, there was a nice mix of coloured light and wet road surface.
Looking up Courtenay Place towards the Embassy theatre, the entertainment precinct is beginning to light up. The bright green Newlands bus is followed by a black and gold Wellington trolley bus bound for Karori Park.
From the other side, looking back up Dixon Street towards the university, my view was suddenly obscured by a herd of buses arriving outside the reading theatre complex. The yellow lights slashing diagonally across the middle are the interior lights of the first bus. Others are rumbling in behind it.
That’s all for today.