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Wellington
The last days at my mother's place were somewhat strained. Just prior to my arrival she took up an internet account, which was very handy allowing me to start work on the disabilities website for connect.ie - however she then became convinced that because I actually used the connection (which was freely offered to me) that she missed a real estate sale (i.e., the people in question were prepared to spend hundreds of thousands on a motel, but not a couple of dollars on a mobile 'phone call). This is dubious to say the least. Neverthless she took the opportunity to delete all my files (and only my files) from her computer - including several hours work that I had done for the website. Fortunately recovery was relatively easy and I've managed to avoid being particularly effected or upset by this childish behaviour. On my last day in Palmerston North, she started accusing me of "inviting myself" to visit her over Christmas and New Year - which is contrary to the facts of both our email and telephone conversations. She has asked that I stay in Wellington for new year, a decision which I am more than pleased to accept.
Wellington, I must say, is quite wonderful. Yesterday consisted of the delights of the enormous and complex national museum, which included a spectacular Chinese dinosaurs exhibition, then an afternoon and evening with kimeros, beagl, dcarson and kehua. Today included a tour of the national parliament (very much like the Victorian one in style - but very different in the earthquake proofing), a visit to the civic centre art gallery (Wim Wenders and and Stanley Spencer exhibitions), a visit to "Fidel's", a somewhat famous leftie cafe in Cuba Street and to the Wellington library - which had a booksale on (yes, I couldn't resist, I purchased several books - including an interesting introduction to Quantum Theory which I'm currently reading).
I've been staying in the Downtown Wellington Backpackers, a beautiful, enormous deco hotel, which was graced by the presence of Her Majesty when she saw fit to visit the colony back in the fifties. It is opposite the equally magnificant Wellington train station and my room has fine views of both the train station and quay. The city seems to be designed with a sense of consistency in stylem, with planning and just a touch of nostalgia (the trackless trams - basically buses with electrical overhead power - are a case in point). There is certainly plenty to do in Wellington - I'll be quite occupied over the next few days - and the MAN makes Internet connections amazingly quick. Although a small city, it is hemmed in by mountains (and on two fault lines) giving the impression that the city is a lot bigger than its population of some 450, 000. It is certainly the sort of city I would be very happy to live in.
Wellington, I must say, is quite wonderful. Yesterday consisted of the delights of the enormous and complex national museum, which included a spectacular Chinese dinosaurs exhibition, then an afternoon and evening with kimeros, beagl, dcarson and kehua. Today included a tour of the national parliament (very much like the Victorian one in style - but very different in the earthquake proofing), a visit to the civic centre art gallery (Wim Wenders and and Stanley Spencer exhibitions), a visit to "Fidel's", a somewhat famous leftie cafe in Cuba Street and to the Wellington library - which had a booksale on (yes, I couldn't resist, I purchased several books - including an interesting introduction to Quantum Theory which I'm currently reading).
I've been staying in the Downtown Wellington Backpackers, a beautiful, enormous deco hotel, which was graced by the presence of Her Majesty when she saw fit to visit the colony back in the fifties. It is opposite the equally magnificant Wellington train station and my room has fine views of both the train station and quay. The city seems to be designed with a sense of consistency in stylem, with planning and just a touch of nostalgia (the trackless trams - basically buses with electrical overhead power - are a case in point). There is certainly plenty to do in Wellington - I'll be quite occupied over the next few days - and the MAN makes Internet connections amazingly quick. Although a small city, it is hemmed in by mountains (and on two fault lines) giving the impression that the city is a lot bigger than its population of some 450, 000. It is certainly the sort of city I would be very happy to live in.
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They do.
Maybe their family needs a bit more time to adapt to having such a very different unexpected addition
My intepretation is that she's on a bit of a downer. The last two years haven't been good to her - she put all of her life savings into a huge turn-of-the-century two story building (former orphanage, how ironic) and bought herself a flash car all with the view of starting up a wedding reception centre and b&b.
The plan however fell apart. She hadn't done her budgeting properly (or at all really), the Council (and neighbours) weren't happy with the idea of a reception centre and she didn't have the buffer zone of a years' worth of income in the bank "just in case". So the inevitable happened and she lost the lot. I think she's having problems coming to terms with the fact that it is actually her fault - she let an ideological dream rule her head and she's paying the price. In the meantime however her behaviour can be a little odd.
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I don't think having an ideological dream is such a bad thing. But you've got to spend time doing the research and be conservative about your spending. Having more sense than money's always a more preferable option to the reverse, as I'm sure a 1980s Alan Bond could have been told by a 1970s Steve Jobs ;-).
Anyway, it sounds like things will blow over when the immediate stress is gone and she's had a chance to get some perspective. It's good that you're not taking her too seriously. People under ongoing stress do kooky things they otherwise wouldn't dream of doing.