A restless, sweaty, sticky, mosquito-ridden night, despite fans, doors wide open, single-sheet covering. It's not going to be an energetic day, that's for sure. I'm reclining in my chair, coffee beside me, Dottie giving me "The Look" of reproach for making it so hot for a very fluffy little girl.
We've decided that we're completely hors de combat, by choice, not compulsion, for the next 2 weeks...on the 14th, MrJ has the surgery that's been put off twice during the pandemic, and has now become urgent. He's feeling miserable after burning himself with hot oil while cooking anyway. My friend who was pinged as being in a location of interest, has had to isolate, and subsequently developed a sniffle and throat, wants to come to lunch...all very awkward, as she hasn't had a test. Easiest thing is just to pull up the drawbridge and keep away from the world until after Monday next. So, no painting class, French group, shopping…just the optometrist, library briefly for books for the invalid, and home. It will be a huge relief to get this surgery done, at last…another weight off my mind. Having plenty of fruit and veg, and of course, eggs, from our garden/chookies makes life a lot less complicated. So after MrJ’s surgery, the next hurdle is DS2’s crucial corneal transplant on 21st. He’s having it in Auckland, but of course, no visitors in hospital, so I can’t go down to see him. ☹
DS2 sent a photo of his DD2 in her school uniform, first day of high school. DD1 is in year 11!! How did that happen?? They are both taller than me, and I was always the tallest in my class. But their Dad is 6’4, so I guess it’s not surprising. So happy they’re both doing Japanese – they have ambitions of going on the school trip at some stage. But DS1 lived in Japan for 3 years, is totally fluent, and played/plays the giant Japanese Taiko drums, and I used to teach Japanese for many years, so it’s been around them all their lives, I guess.
Grammaretto - I don’t know how you’re keeping sane with all the hurdles you’ve been having to jump. I do so hope that a miracle will happen, and it will all be finished, and absolutely gorgeous. Everything crossed that your DS can make it over very soon. Just keep that thought going about coming over as soon as it’s feasible. I’m so pleased that you had some nice (very well-deserved) things happen for you, and that your yoga teacher is so considerate.
Doodle - I’m in awe of your energy, with all that you are achieving – no wonder you’re worn out. A therapeutic brandy (purely medicinal, you understand) is essential. The slow-cooked chicken dinners are such a good idea, but yes, cleaning the slow cooker is a mission, isn’t it! You’re right about the tiles – sometimes, you just walk in, and there’s The One. No question. Even better if it’s on special offer, end of line, and they have exactly the quantity you need!
Muse Wonderful photos! And yes, you simply have to come and visit us Down Under. Don’t be put off by the stories of mosquitoes – this is not really the norm. I hope you got MrM’s comments about visiting down in writing, all duly signed!
I’m so hoping that Kaimoana can make it up here for a visit, and a bit of a history Tiki tour. Today is Waitangi Day, the 162nd anniversary of the signing of the Treaty between the Crown and the Maori chiefs. An extremely important day, and one that should be always remembered and honoured. Not always the case, sadly. But close to our hearts, literally and figuratively, as Waitangi, where the Treaty was signed, is just down the road, and many of my cousins are Nga Puhi, from the local tangatawhenua.
Right, back to family history stuff, since it’s too hot and sticky for the garden.
Keep safe, everyone. x