I stared glumly at my house on Google Street View this morning, which has to be a completely unhelpful use of technology. Anyway. The very vague, timeline-uncertain plan, is to get independent structural engineering assessment of my complex (organised by our body corp insurance), and see a) whether they think it's salvageable b) whether they can downgrade the red stickers and allow access. This does depend on what happens with other much more unstable buildings in the immediate vicinity.
I have had very touching offers/gifts of books from various people (thanks so much!!) and have made lists of things, and really, now I just need to wait. Well. And do laundry.
I am also considering my default dw icon. On the one hand, I like it, but on the other hand it's suddenly become a bit too appropriate (for those who read me on lj,it's a fractured Colin McCahon landscape, 6 Days in Nelson and Canterbury). Any strong opinions, let me know.
And on appropriateness (sorry, this is all a bit disjointed) - there's a real split in the city at the moment. I'm staying in an eastern suburb, where there's a tiny bit of liquefaction in the garden, but everything's otherwise untouched and the roads are basically fine. Yesterday I drove over to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
zeborah's house, in the inner west, and the roads were atrocious, with cracks and humps and silt (although they're already fixing some of them), and then out to m0th95, where it was better going out, but coming out I missed the turn I wanted, and we ended up in a chunk of Chch with no power, no street lighting, sinkholes, active flooding, cars dragged to the side of the road but still covered in silt...
I work in between both areas, on the edge of the city, and yesterday I went to the two minutes' silence on the steps of the art gallery. This is inside the cordon, but when we asked the army said they didn't have any orders, and let us through; most of the other people there were rescue workers. It was sad, desperately, but I read a newspaper write-up today that was all about "nothing disturbed the silence apart from two birds tweeting," and that's hopelessly inaccurate; the first cell phone rang after about twenty seconds. And then another, and another; I actually felt more touched than annoyed, because after all they were calls between people, connections, but it did distract the mind somewhat. And when the service finished the crowd melted away to leave me standing right at the front, which meant I ended up getting handshakes (from all three) and hugs (from the latter two) from the Prime Minister, the Leader of the Opposition and the Dean of the Cathedral, which was unexpected.
I have had very touching offers/gifts of books from various people (thanks so much!!) and have made lists of things, and really, now I just need to wait. Well. And do laundry.
I am also considering my default dw icon. On the one hand, I like it, but on the other hand it's suddenly become a bit too appropriate (for those who read me on lj,it's a fractured Colin McCahon landscape, 6 Days in Nelson and Canterbury). Any strong opinions, let me know.
And on appropriateness (sorry, this is all a bit disjointed) - there's a real split in the city at the moment. I'm staying in an eastern suburb, where there's a tiny bit of liquefaction in the garden, but everything's otherwise untouched and the roads are basically fine. Yesterday I drove over to
zeborah's house, in the inner west, and the roads were atrocious, with cracks and humps and silt (although they're already fixing some of them), and then out to m0th95, where it was better going out, but coming out I missed the turn I wanted, and we ended up in a chunk of Chch with no power, no street lighting, sinkholes, active flooding, cars dragged to the side of the road but still covered in silt...I work in between both areas, on the edge of the city, and yesterday I went to the two minutes' silence on the steps of the art gallery. This is inside the cordon, but when we asked the army said they didn't have any orders, and let us through; most of the other people there were rescue workers. It was sad, desperately, but I read a newspaper write-up today that was all about "nothing disturbed the silence apart from two birds tweeting," and that's hopelessly inaccurate; the first cell phone rang after about twenty seconds. And then another, and another; I actually felt more touched than annoyed, because after all they were calls between people, connections, but it did distract the mind somewhat. And when the service finished the crowd melted away to leave me standing right at the front, which meant I ended up getting handshakes (from all three) and hugs (from the latter two) from the Prime Minister, the Leader of the Opposition and the Dean of the Cathedral, which was unexpected.
