Time Clash

Over the weekend, I got to go to a real, live house. I know! It's been ages. I have been in a grungy flat for too long now. And seeing a friend -- who has a house -- with decorations and heat and a dishwasher... well, it was just too much. I am full on craving someplace I can care about. A place where mould doesn't crawl up the wall almost as fast as the spiders. Sigh. But I was reminded of how modern Dunedin can be. If you're in a nice area, the houses are gorgeous, wonderful things.

Then this morning, on my way to work, I saw a guy who was hired to mow a neighbor's lawn using a push mower. Not just a mower you have to push, but the ones that used to be common before my birth and you now see in cartoons. I thought perhaps he had to use it to keep the noise levels down, but it's actually pretty loud. And it was ten am, so I don't think he'd bother any neighbors' sleep.

What a nice little contrast.