Journal. Labour Day. Long Weekend
When Labour weekend arrives I think of it as hearalding the Summer. We go to Whitianga today Friday, early on a sunny day.
Caitlin goes to St. John's camp, Hinua this afternoon. We are to pick her up from school at lunchtime, wash and scrub her and deliver her to the bus at 2.30 p.m. She is exited, a fresh adventure for her. Her eyes sparkle through the bus window as the bus moves off and she waves until the bus recedes in the distance.
Saturday was wet and we just relax, talk and read. The sun is out once more on Sunday and Monday and we go home on Tueday in the rain.
Caitlin came home on Monday night still exited and eyes shining bursting to tell us of all the things she had done. Her energy is boundless. Dinner, a scrub in the shower and she is ready for bed and soon asleep no doubt dreaming of all her adventures. Up early on Tuesday morning, she readies herself for school once more and says goodbye to Pat and I.
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
Thursday, October 23, 2003
Thursday, October 09, 2003
Journal General
Last night we had a heavy rain warning and high winds forecast for over night. The rain arrived last night and ceased mid morning but the winds continued at reduced strength. I completed the construction of the 4 sides of the glasshouse yesterday and the tried to join the 4 sides together without success. The corner posts were mis assembled and, after righting these, the 4 sides fitted perfectly. The rain has prevented me from continuing this morning but the sun is now out so I should be able to continue this afternoon. Pat and I moved the glass house skeleton yesterday into its final position to square up and mark the corner post-holes ready for boring.
I have finished putting David's Story on the other weblog so that will be all until I get Part 2.
We again talked of Biggles yesterday. Pat still grieves.
Last night we had a heavy rain warning and high winds forecast for over night. The rain arrived last night and ceased mid morning but the winds continued at reduced strength. I completed the construction of the 4 sides of the glasshouse yesterday and the tried to join the 4 sides together without success. The corner posts were mis assembled and, after righting these, the 4 sides fitted perfectly. The rain has prevented me from continuing this morning but the sun is now out so I should be able to continue this afternoon. Pat and I moved the glass house skeleton yesterday into its final position to square up and mark the corner post-holes ready for boring.
I have finished putting David's Story on the other weblog so that will be all until I get Part 2.
We again talked of Biggles yesterday. Pat still grieves.
Saturday, October 04, 2003
Journal Our Glasshouse
Well on this wet windy morning our our glasshouse arrived in its kitset pieces. Transported from Auckland to the freight depot in Hamilton and then the local carrier brought it here to us in Huntly.
The glass for the glasshouse arrived by another freighter, a special vehicle designed to solely carry glass direct from Auckland. I was quite surprised everything arrived so quickly.
Now we have to get rid of the old clothesline so we can erect the glasshouse. We have the new rotary clothesline sitting in its kitset state in the garage, just waiting to be erected.
Its all very exiting! At least to us it is
Well on this wet windy morning our our glasshouse arrived in its kitset pieces. Transported from Auckland to the freight depot in Hamilton and then the local carrier brought it here to us in Huntly.
The glass for the glasshouse arrived by another freighter, a special vehicle designed to solely carry glass direct from Auckland. I was quite surprised everything arrived so quickly.
Now we have to get rid of the old clothesline so we can erect the glasshouse. We have the new rotary clothesline sitting in its kitset state in the garage, just waiting to be erected.
Its all very exiting! At least to us it is
Thursday, October 02, 2003
Journal A Book of Poetry
At various times I have tried to obtain a book of poetry with not too much success, at least not the kind of poetry I'm interested in; a compendium of the famous poets through the ages.
One day in the late 1990s I was in a second-hand book shop in Hamilton here in NZ and whilst browsing, my eye came to rest on a dog-eared, with broken spine, maroon book entitled" The School Book of English Verse" by Guy Boas. I idly flicked through and it had inside its covers all I wanted, over 550 pages. First published in 1938 and this was a 1956 reprint.
The inside cover said it was once the property of Hamilton Boys High School and it had a large purple stamp "Do not Deface this Book" stamped inside.
I bought this battered book for the asking price of $5.50 and considered it a bargain. And 4 or is it 5 years later, I still prize my "bargain".
At various times I have tried to obtain a book of poetry with not too much success, at least not the kind of poetry I'm interested in; a compendium of the famous poets through the ages.
One day in the late 1990s I was in a second-hand book shop in Hamilton here in NZ and whilst browsing, my eye came to rest on a dog-eared, with broken spine, maroon book entitled" The School Book of English Verse" by Guy Boas. I idly flicked through and it had inside its covers all I wanted, over 550 pages. First published in 1938 and this was a 1956 reprint.
The inside cover said it was once the property of Hamilton Boys High School and it had a large purple stamp "Do not Deface this Book" stamped inside.
I bought this battered book for the asking price of $5.50 and considered it a bargain. And 4 or is it 5 years later, I still prize my "bargain".
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