Saturday, November 30, 2019

cute puppy

Hi there

The Christmas feelings are abounding.  I luuuurve Christmas feelings.  I love the Christmas songs, the atmosphere, the baubles, the crowds, the happiness of Christmas.

I was in Kilbirnie suburb the other day and caught this cute little puppy sitting in the basket of a mobile scooter.  There was a skull and crossbones flag at the back of the mobile scooter.  I feel that, to go with the flag, there should have been a Rottie or other type of dog in the basket.  Just for the atmosphere, you understand ...


Saturday, November 23, 2019

who cares?

Hi there

The thing about growing old is that you don't give a flying fig about things -

Sheets on the bed that don't match? - too bad.

Bra, knickers, camis are different colours?  So?

Sporting a silver bangle with a gold watch?  Wearing black and brown together?  A shoulder bag that's the wrong hue for my shoes?    Who cares?

My car still has a casette player?  I can't be bothered to update it.  Besides, Jerry Lee Lewis and Bill Haley can  sound pretty good after the 5,000th playing...  Maybe.

My home is full of clutter?  And ... well ok, this does annoy me.

Sigh ...

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Just a note to warn people:  A guy came up to me at Hataitai Beach on Thursday and talked inappropriately to me.   He went to follow me into the changing shed and to my car.  Stay alert.








Thursday, November 14, 2019

Coronation Street

Hi there

I remember when the British soap "Coronation Street" first hit our tv screens.  It was in the early nineteen-sixties, and i was still a giggly young lady slavishly devoted to The Beatles - I saw them at Wellington's Town Hall, twice - and bop skirts with layers of stiff petticoats, and stiletto heels, and Coca-Cola sponsored Saturday night dances...   Most of the contents of my fortnightly pay envelope was spent on long playing records.

My mother adored "Coronation Street".  I remember sighing, "Please let there be a second channel and then I wont have to watch this rubbish."

The second channel came, and a third, and a fourth.  I was still watching Coro.  And loving it!  Ten years, twenty, thirty, forty.  My mother had often wondered if she would be alive to see the last ever episode (nope).  I would answer her that I'd probably not live to see the end either (am I psychic?)  On my answerphone, was a message telling callers never to ring during Coro.

Then a plotline came that was drawn-out and boring (Shelley losing her mind).  I sneaked a peek over to another channel to see "The Amazing Race" and, for me, that was the end of Coro.  I discovered the world of other programming.

Coro is still running.  Its on later in the evening now, proably to wean the older viewer mainstay group away from it.  Is there anyone left at TVNZ, I wonder,  who remembers the time there was a NZ-wide outcry and petitions  to save the show when our tv people were going to throw it under the bus?  I dont think there would be such an outcry today.

The storylines, I have been told, have kept up with the times: male rape, bullying, me-too,  hate crimes.  But are such plotlines enough to save our tv people from finally canning the show, when confronted with a dwindling audience?  I wait with not-really bated breath for the outcome.





Friday, November 8, 2019

Ohope Beach ... again.

Hi there

I've just returned from a week at Ohope Beach , listed as "New Zealanders' Best Loved Beach".  For five days the temperature was 26c-29c, and for the last two days the temp was 22c-24c. I never saw a cloud the entire time. My goodness, this was magnificent for the beginning of November (still officially Spring).  I know that it's Ohope, and that Ohope has a great temperature at normal times ... but November?  Wow.  I was in the sea every day.  For the first time since my eye operation, I swam under water, under the wild waves.  Great!






Below:  I spotted these little kiwi sculptures here and there around Whakatane (5kms from Ohope Beach).  I went to Whakatane every day, mainly to eat (Julian's Berry Farm, yum, those large strawberry sundaes!)


 Below: This little kiwi sculpture was tucked under a bench in Whakatane's main street.