Time was moving on.

 

Not the actual time. 
It's just after 8am.

It hadn't been his best night's sleep. Yet here he was, unlike those other lazy two bloggers, writing a post. Today he would take his daughter and his oldest niece to the airport, after stopping for lunch with George and Shelley. They were off to Ireland, Iceland and France. With picking people up and lunch thrown in this would take up a good part of the day, but he was happy to spend time with his whanau. 

There would be time for some quality violin practice too. His gig (on Sept. 2nd.) was getting close, but he knew he was ready. He was presently running through his less practiced tunes. Obviously, atomic habits would happen first. These days his mind was often on the #4 (#11) note, as well as the b9 and #9. He also kept the #5 in mind. These were the interesting notes, when used in the right place.

His first job, after a small breakfast, would be taking all those bloody pills. He noted how Peter seemed to like his last post. Then his mind turned to Armistice Day (November 11th). He realised that he would be working at 11am on that day. Then he thought about the Facebook page 'Love Wainuiomata' and how he had been treated. He thought to himself a sentence that only contained two words, of which the second was 'them'. The lady who had arranged to interview him, for the post that never happened, had said that she was now one of the organisers of ANZAC activities. "Time for her to learn how to play the Last Post." he thought.

He thought briefly again about Peter. Peter loved to see some pictures on a post.

He thought of one.

Like cycles, these vehicles often have a special lane 
of their own on Wellington roads.

They are called bus lanes. This can be a tricky concept for newcomers to Wellington, especially those who come from the far north. There don't appear to be any in Moera. Maybe Peter might be better off living there? He'd be close to Robert too.

Maybe Robert could teach Peter
to play the cello?

I don't think that cello and bagpipes would really make a successful duo.

Well, that's it from me for this morning.

Ciao tutti.

Oh yes, and don't get uptight about sinning. Just be kind.

Sii gentile.