I had a stall at the Breaker Bay Hall yesterday (as I type this it is Sunday 3 pm NZ time). My goodness, there were so many knick-knacks on the stalls. It seemed like every stall-holder had decided to de-clutter.
What is it about hoarding? As every month goes by, I get more and more ashamed of all the Stuff that I have accumulated. What on earth are my loved ones going to do with all of the clutter when I pop my clogs? But do I stop buying silly little knick-knacks? Not one bit of it. All the determination in the world goes for nothing. Yesterday, I went into the hall determined not to buy anything... and came out less $20. The other stall holders were all seniors and all my friends. I guess we just accumulate more and more stuff as we grow older, and never get around to getting rid of anything. Maybe because of nostalgia.
A would-be-buyer picked up a 1920's plate that was labelled $30. One like it had sold on www.trademe.co.nz the week before for $52.
"I'll give you $10," he said.
"$20," I said.
"Nah, don't want it." He walked away. This sort of thing happened repeatedly,.
J and I completed our second swim for October this afternoon at Hataitai Beach. There were four guys out there, too, all done up in so much wet gear that they looked like aliens from outer space. Water wuzzes! - J and I felt infinitely superior in just our bathing costumes. (Oh, the hole in the deck that I fell through 9 days ago has still not been repaired despite three phone calls and an email to Wellington City Council).
Okay, I better talk about the Americas Cup.... sigh. We lost. There was a big welcome and sail past for the team in Auckland on Friday. I well remember, donkeys' years back, the very first time NZ participated. We lost that time, yet we threw the guys a parade - and a foreign girl in my office was utterly perplexed. She said to me: , "Let me get this right. They lost... And you're giving them a parade?"