Dog Vomit Central

Every Winter our front lawn gets covered in patches of Fuligo septica – aka dog vomit slime mold. It looks like a party happened in the night and everyone vomited all over the lawn. It is bizarre stuff and can move around (though not visibly, very slowly). We have it in two shades – white and yellow. It took me quite a while to find out what it was from googling a description. I have never seen it on anyone else’s lawn in the neighbourhood which just makes it worse. I feel like people who walk past are judging my filthy lawn.

The Key to Getting to Work

This morning was back to work after four days off over Easter. Mr Pigalina headed off by himself while I faffed about with having breakfast, doing my hair, clearing up cat vomit – your standard morning things. As I was about to leave the house myself I remembered that my keys were safely in Mr Pigalina’s glove box, now 20 minutes away.
It then turned farcical – spare key on his car keyring, no bus money, nowhere within walking distance to get money out. That’s OK I can monitor my emails at home. Not today you can’t as your work phone that they send the secret login code to is flat with the charger at work.
Mr Pigalina had driven all the way to work (via Subway for breakfast – I have my spies) and then had to drive all the way home to rescue me. I used to keep a spare key in my wallet but somehow lost it at the dog park. Time to replace it.

I Ate A Yellow Eyed Penguin

The Pigalinas had a Dunedin Date today – a grand day out in our home town. We started at Sandfly Bay where we saw eight seals. And it was as steep on the way back up the sand hill as I had remembered. We then had coffee at Portobello’s Penguin Cafe where I ate a deliciously crunchy Yellow Eyed Penguin (gingerbread). There was a brief visit to St Clair before lunch in the Octagon and a look at an exhibition in the Dunedin Public Art Gallery. It is fun being a tourist in your own town. You must keep telling yourself this when you are dressed like a dork in your walking clothes in the middle of town – your touristy walking pants riding up to show your “dogs of the world” socks and your running shoes while you try to look like a cool person who lunches at bars.

A Break in the Cabin Fever

Today the wind and rain eased (at least in my part if town, that trip to The Warehouse in South Dunedin sure messed up my hair) so it was beach time. It was also time for the Pigalinas to go for a run (Pigalina’s second for the year, Mr Pigalina’s third).
Tobias came with us on the run/walk and then sulked around the house as if he had never been outside.

Pretty Good Friday

Good Friday and the start of a four day weekend. It was a day spent inside keeping dry and warm. That’s the great thing about New Zealand, we get the remnants of the tropical storms without the hassle of all that tropical weather.
It rained non-stop all day so I spent the day in one room with the heater on.
As did Tobias who has ventured outside once and William who must have a bladder of iron.

Top Hat Jetpack Joyride

Watching as Mr Pigalina plays “Jetpack Joyride”.

Pigalina: “Why do you have a top hat?”
Mr Pigalina: “Because I bought a top hat.”•

*Camera flash* Personal best score ruined by Pigalina.

•”I didn’t buy it with money. I bought it with the coins I had earned”.