Someone asked me what it was like in the middle of all the quake madness last month. I said that I swung between feeling extremely lucky that we weren't directly affected, to feeling extremely guilty that we weren't directly affected, to feeling terrified that we would be next. The terror is slipping away now. Just like last time (September 4th 2011), after a while, you just have to get on with living, and the fear of the next 'big one', gets put in amongst all those other things you have to remember, like hanging out the towels, getting a new rego for the car, and freezing the last of the apples we picked.
While we are (like most Cantabrians) affected by this quake in a variety of ways, which are not worth going into, my greatest trial is that I get to work from home... which, given my chosen lifestyle, isn't that stressful at all. But my heart is still breaking for people who've had their lives disrupted, altered, or turned upside down. And then, that in itself can be quite stressful. Worrying about others you know and love, worrying about people you vaguely are aware of, and worrying about people you've never even met. Then of course (because I'm completely neurotic), I worry that I personally have nothing to worry about, and shouldn't be worrying at all. All in all, it's exhausting.
So today, I took the time to get away from the kitchen table (current 'office'), and make the most of the fine autumnal (because I'm not sure if it's technically Autumn yet!) day, and went for a great little sojourn.
|The green racer|
Anyway, I digress. Despite my hatred of bikes, and the fact that I turned into someone from the "Ministry of Silly Rides" whenever I got on one, I do love my birthday bike. It has no gears, but it rides really smoothly, and I can sit on it with good posture while I'm pedalling along. And, since we live in a semi-rural area, I can ride past the few houses at the end of our road, and then cycle past paddocks, hedges, horses, sheep, and eventually to the big shelter-belt where we gather our pine cones. It was a relatively warm day, and even though my dog is a total idiot when it comes to road-sense, I took the chance that it was quiet, and he gambolled along next to me, for the first time in his life, sticking to common-sense rules, like staying off the road. We pedalled and padded along the road taking in all the sights and smells... the warm, musty smell of long grass and the end of summer made me think about my childhood. All in all it was a lovely trip down a country and memory lane. It also only took about half an hour. On the home run, I was smug, because Nemo had finally run out of puff, and was trotting lightly behind me with his great pink tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. I had the wind behind me, and coasted home. Life is beautiful.