Orange is not a colour, it's a state of mind

So, it’s not all a wives tale or overprotective OSH-type warning, those messages about not breathing the air above the bag or container of potting mix you’re working with it are worth heeding.

News this morning on the radio and in the paper that Legionnaire’s disease is alive and well and is caused by breathing in potting mix. Someone has died.

So no more laughing at me when I take precautions when gardening on the kitchen bench please!

Potting mix linked to legionnaires’ disease

Gardeners are being warned to take care with potting mix after five cases of legionnaires’ disease in Canterbury in the past three months.

stuff.co.nz

Using my best blending in skills based on every who dunnit/detective show I went into the foyer of the Majestic Tower this week, curious to see how many floors it had. Seeing as we’re seriously considering New York apartment on the 29th floor I wanted to get a feel for how high that might be – but finding a 29+ storey building in Wellington is not that easy – there’s a couple that might stretch that far – Majestic and the what used to be pinky/orange Plimmer Towers.

So have done the Majestic. I got a looking straight-up photo from the foyer and summoned the lift – didn’t get in it the first time as a guy suddenly arrived so I pretended I was very busy and important with my phone to avoid getting in the lift with him, but when summoned a second time, I rushed in, noted the button for the highest floor and rushed out again before the doors could close.

28 floors.

Summer paid us a visit today so we wandered the long way home from Nikau to make the most of it. Noted a couple of new caravans along the way.

Orange coffee caravan on the waterfront – didn’t try it.

Strange fairy caravan on Ghuznee Street – seems to be some kind of hang-out-with-me place – fur-padded with a few little shirts and soft toys for sale. Rather bizzare.

Amusing moment today made The Mister and I realise how out of touch we are when it comes to kids these days (I mean small kids, not the Twilight-watching kind as we know all about that) – got some ideas for Christmas gifts for nieces and looked at each other after reading the list – we didn’t know what half the stuff on the lists was! Beados? Hmm.

Well, not this week but summer and Christmas are coming.

This post is just an excuse to post (including pic) from my phone now that I have a newly installed app to do it.

Might be time (avert your eyes if not Christmas-crazy) to make some more Christmas PJs (gaaad, look how long my hair was back then) – bolts of Christmas fabric keep catching my eye on the way to get coffee most mornings.

And as The Mister said, he got to watch an entire day of cricket while I spent a Saturday keeping myself busy making the first pair!

I’m sure many of us people watch or at least meet/see people in passing and wonder what they do for a living (as I have commented re one of our neighbours in a prior post). I often wonder what the people in my yoga class do – they don’t seem particularly religious or spiritual or ‘alternative’ – for the most part they just seem like regular people like me, there for a bit of exercise (although some of them do wear those crazy baggy-bum trousers – not sure if that is yoga fashion or somehow gives you more room to stretch and bend than an old pair of Lycra track pants like I wear…)

Aaaaanyway, a guy in my class who I suspected was Italian, and had something to do with the university, turns out to be a Senior Lecturer in the School of Languages and Culture and has just won a grant from the Swiss Arts Council for a project he’s doing on the poetry of a Swiss-Italian poet. There was a photo and write up about him in the latest Victoria Alumni magazine. Who knew!

The Mister has been meaning to try an American Hotdog for ages from the place in the wall along the Wellington waterfront – finally got around to going today and he took The American Jiff along as a kind of Thanksgiving Day lunch.

On the way to work spotted Te Ra Te Ra written in big letters along the building site on Willis St where the new Telecom park is going to be … wonder what it means.

Hmmm, the Christmas tree I heard about that’s been put up in Frank Kitts park is not a real tree! I was all excited to hear about the 7-storey monster, our very own Rockefeller tree …

I’d also heard there was to be some amazing lighting event and now I can see why- it’s all lights! Hope they’re secured properly against the Wellington wind!