A friend - we call him Grumpy even though he's not really, he just affects a gruff disposition around the office occasionally, he's a total softie - has had a hip replacement. He's laid up for a few weeks. So a mate and I thought we'd do the decent thing and take him Meals on Wheels, have a chat, tell him how everyone at work was missing him, even though they weren't, because he'd spent most of the past week or so (when he wasn't watching the Olympics) reading memos and pinging emails to and from Chateau Herald.
We drove from the CBD to Grumpy's place in Devonport through lashing rain, sat in his lounge and whiled away a pleasant hour or so of gossip, rumour and innuendo. All culled from that morning's paper and last night's TV - we never got around to talking about what was going on in the office.
Somewhere between the chicken wraps and the chocolate brownies we noticed that the rain had stopped and it was sunny again. In fact, Grumpy asked me if I was too hot, sitting next to the window, though that might have just been a polite way of demanding that he get his Laz-Y-Boy back. He showed us where the pukeko nest, where they fly up to the bamboo, where the tui like to hang out; rambled about the hawk that had flown in a couple of days back; mentioned that a piwakawaka had flown into the house just before his operation and he'd hoped it hadn't been a bad omen.
The mate asked if there were any wood pigeons about, because she lives in a treehouse in the Titirangi bush and they're as common around her place as pigeons are around my townhouse on the Parnell flats.
Lunch over, two of us drove back to the city. My mate looked at the cityscape from the northern motorway, seabirds on the sandbar, blue Waitemata, sun glinting on the mirror glass, the panorama from bridge to SkyTower, the Old Ferry Building, the new container cranes, out to the eastern beaches. The volcanoes behind, a reminder that however civilised, however modern Auckland likes to believe it is, there is another, ancient, enduring landscape and history just beneath, or in this case behind, the superficial.