As I grow older I try to accept change, but every now and then I find myself thinking, or even shouting, "I hate change!"
Earlier this year, I was trying to learn how to use my new mobile phone, my new laptop , my new house phone (I gave up on that and kept my old phone), and my new Kindle. All in a one month period. I stamped my foot many times in a real temper tantrum because I couldn't learn fast enough. I guess I should have asked a five year old to help me.
The style of my circuit class at the gym was changed, I changed dentists after forty years at the one dentistry, and then I had to get a new hairdresser (no, no, stylist, stylist)
When did the sandals that I used to call 'scuffs', suddenly become 'slides'? My favourite restaurants always rebrand after a few years. As a kid, all the guys played 'footie' or 'football', until 'football' became a much used word and our national game became officially 'rugby' .
I used to stand up in picture theatres for the National Anthem of 'God Save the Queen' and glare at people who never rose from their seats. When TV1 came on air of a morning at mid-day, way back in the sixties, the start-up shot was of a group of kids standing on a hill singing something called "God Defend New Zealand".
What? I'd never heard of the song before and, suddenly, it was our National Anthem?
This past year the nation was asked to vote for, and choose a new flag. Just think what I could have voted for given the choice of National Anthem. "Ten Guitars", anyone?"
Above: international singing star, New Zealander Hayley Westenra, singing "God Defend New Zealand". Rugby themed. She sings it first in Maori, and then English.
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