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 30, 2019
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 ...
***
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.
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 ...
***
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.
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.
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!)
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Tuesday, October 29, 2019
Adrenalin
Hi there
Everyone knows the story (myth?) about the slightly-built middle-aged mother who lifted a car up high, away from her son who was trapped under it.
Adrenalin gave that mother sudden strength. Had she spent a few seconds thinking about the action, she would never have been able to do it. What a feat, eh?
My little adrenalin moment hit me way back when I was a young government typist, and learning shorthand. My TCB shorthand exam result arrived in the mail.
I had taught myself shorthand over a year of practising it at home every evening, and during tea breaks at work. I was a nervous wreck as I opened the envelope.
"I passed - !!!!" I whooped. I jumped in excitement -
My mother said that my head bumped against the high kitchen ceiling. And yet, I wasn't at all a sporty or fit person. I would've had a hard time even jumping rope.
... Adrenalin sure is a weird thing.
Everyone knows the story (myth?) about the slightly-built middle-aged mother who lifted a car up high, away from her son who was trapped under it.
Adrenalin gave that mother sudden strength. Had she spent a few seconds thinking about the action, she would never have been able to do it. What a feat, eh?
My little adrenalin moment hit me way back when I was a young government typist, and learning shorthand. My TCB shorthand exam result arrived in the mail.
I had taught myself shorthand over a year of practising it at home every evening, and during tea breaks at work. I was a nervous wreck as I opened the envelope.
"I passed - !!!!" I whooped. I jumped in excitement -
My mother said that my head bumped against the high kitchen ceiling. And yet, I wasn't at all a sporty or fit person. I would've had a hard time even jumping rope.
... Adrenalin sure is a weird thing.
Saturday, October 26, 2019
Those Rubbish Trucks
Hi there
A friend and I went to a matinee at The Empire Theatre in Island Bay. We came out of the theatre, got in my car, and I was about to drive off. Then -
Oh, noooo ... My driver's wing mirror was shattered!
There was a note under a windscreen wiper. Ah, wow, a witness to the accident! It appeared that a rubbish truck had side-swiped my car.
I rang up the rubbish truck company with all the information from the note. The guy told me that lots of people rang him claiming that they'd been hit by rubbish trucks but, normally, they were fibbing (whaaaaat!?) He would have to check with his truck drivers.
The accident was eventually admitted by the rubbish truck company, and they have paid me through my insurance company. I now have a pristine wing miror.
I've always been one of those people who have whooped happily about a cycle-way next to the pavement on The Parade in Island Bay. The cycle-way has caused wrath and ire amongst the anti-cycleway people. Cars park in marked spaces alongside the cycleway which means that rubbish truck drivers get upset being so far from the pavement, and mothers pulling babies out of back car seats, complain they could get bowled over by bikes.
I'm now beginning to think that the cycle-way is a bad idea ...?
A friend and I went to a matinee at The Empire Theatre in Island Bay. We came out of the theatre, got in my car, and I was about to drive off. Then -
Oh, noooo ... My driver's wing mirror was shattered!
There was a note under a windscreen wiper. Ah, wow, a witness to the accident! It appeared that a rubbish truck had side-swiped my car.
I rang up the rubbish truck company with all the information from the note. The guy told me that lots of people rang him claiming that they'd been hit by rubbish trucks but, normally, they were fibbing (whaaaaat!?) He would have to check with his truck drivers.
The accident was eventually admitted by the rubbish truck company, and they have paid me through my insurance company. I now have a pristine wing miror.
I've always been one of those people who have whooped happily about a cycle-way next to the pavement on The Parade in Island Bay. The cycle-way has caused wrath and ire amongst the anti-cycleway people. Cars park in marked spaces alongside the cycleway which means that rubbish truck drivers get upset being so far from the pavement, and mothers pulling babies out of back car seats, complain they could get bowled over by bikes.
I'm now beginning to think that the cycle-way is a bad idea ...?
I love it that I can see myself taking the photo in the shattered wing mirror.
Saturday, October 19, 2019
Swimming
Hi there
People are already appearing, in drips and drabs, for swimming at Hataitai Beach. I've abandoned the t-shirt over my swimming togs, a sure indication that warmer Wellington weather is approaching. However, i still bound out of the water and immediately plaster myself against the changing shed wooden wall, crucifix-like: its so sunshiney warm if the sun has been on the wall for several hours.
In the winter my two swimming friends, J and The Young One, have been with me in the water. With summer on the horizon - officially 1 December - we will be able to spend longer lazy times relaxing on the beach's sundeck, and purring like spoilt pussy-cats over the beautiful weather ("You Can't Beat Wellington on a Good Day").
People are already appearing, in drips and drabs, for swimming at Hataitai Beach. I've abandoned the t-shirt over my swimming togs, a sure indication that warmer Wellington weather is approaching. However, i still bound out of the water and immediately plaster myself against the changing shed wooden wall, crucifix-like: its so sunshiney warm if the sun has been on the wall for several hours.
In the winter my two swimming friends, J and The Young One, have been with me in the water. With summer on the horizon - officially 1 December - we will be able to spend longer lazy times relaxing on the beach's sundeck, and purring like spoilt pussy-cats over the beautiful weather ("You Can't Beat Wellington on a Good Day").
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