Journal: Ian's Visit.
On Saturday we pick up Ian from Auckland airport and the rainy morning cleared just before he was due to come through customs. The journey up was very wet for most of the way otherwise it was showers. We left in the dark for the airport and arrived home in the dark.On Sunday he visited his friend Peter Klaver in Hamilton, taken up by friend Chris. Anthony did the honours of running him back to us at 10 p.m.Monday and Tuesday saw him resting from a little jet lag and so he did some planning for the rest of his 3 weeks stay. Today, Wednesday saw him borrow our car for a trip to Tauranga to see old school friend Derek Mewis and then 2 flatting friends from his time in London. He should be home late Friday or early Saturday.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Journal: Ian and Anthony.
On Saturday early morning... 5 o' clock in the morning, Ian will be arriving at Auckland airport. We, Pat and I will be there to greet him. The weather forecast indicates the day will have rain, in fact it suggests it will be hosing it down.
Ian will be leaving on his Thursday from the UK which will start on our coming midnight here in NZ. That is right, isn't it??
We went into Anthony's on last Sunday, to both see him and pick up the loaned carpet scrubber. Pat wanted the scrubber for the coming week, so we picked Sunday as a good day. When we left Anthony's we got almost home and realised we had forgot to pick up the scrubber! Never mind.
I have been continuing writing pieces for my life story. Presently it is taking 3 or 4 days to do a piece. I spend quite a bit of time looking up facts to back up what I remember. I don't mind, the Googled look-ups are often interesting to read through. I'm still amazed how accurate my memory is after all these years. And equally amazed how poor my memory for people names is. At the best, putrid.
On Saturday early morning... 5 o' clock in the morning, Ian will be arriving at Auckland airport. We, Pat and I will be there to greet him. The weather forecast indicates the day will have rain, in fact it suggests it will be hosing it down.
Ian will be leaving on his Thursday from the UK which will start on our coming midnight here in NZ. That is right, isn't it??
We went into Anthony's on last Sunday, to both see him and pick up the loaned carpet scrubber. Pat wanted the scrubber for the coming week, so we picked Sunday as a good day. When we left Anthony's we got almost home and realised we had forgot to pick up the scrubber! Never mind.
I have been continuing writing pieces for my life story. Presently it is taking 3 or 4 days to do a piece. I spend quite a bit of time looking up facts to back up what I remember. I don't mind, the Googled look-ups are often interesting to read through. I'm still amazed how accurate my memory is after all these years. And equally amazed how poor my memory for people names is. At the best, putrid.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Journal: Nostalgia.
As I continue rewriting my cousin David's Journal for him this afternoon, I started to have the pangs of nostalgia. I was going over the period when John and I went to stay with Katy, my mothers younger sister and David's mother.
We all went up to our Uncle Tommy Brough's nearby farm at Crookdake and helped him to deliver his milk supply to customers in Aspatria. This was 1947 and I would be 13, with John and David each about 10. We spent such an enjoyable time on the farm and next day too, I think.
Tommy was my mother's youngest brother and a real harum scarum during his youth. David wrote about him in "David's Story". He was always fun to be with during our growing up years. Although Tommy was married they never had any children. Although I never thought about it at the time Tommy would have made a wonderful father especially if they had been sons. Our cousin Norman Brough looked very much like our Uncle Tommy, except Tommy was smaller and very wiry.
Tommy's farm had originally been our grandfather Brough's farm and I have some very pleasant memories of our many visits there. My mind goes back to a rusty old sword Tommy had found down one of the lower fields and he kept it lying on a stone slab next to the barn. I used to day dream as a boy whose it was and what had happened to it.
In days long ago the Scottish marauders used to come down over the Border raiding the farms and villages. Was it discarded in a fight, did it belong to a Scot, or did it belong to one of ours. The nearby Church at Bromfield has many buried bones of slain Scots in unmarked graves and of course marked graves of our slain ancestors too. Yours and mine for we go back to before the 1500s in this small area.
Such is nostalgia.
As I continue rewriting my cousin David's Journal for him this afternoon, I started to have the pangs of nostalgia. I was going over the period when John and I went to stay with Katy, my mothers younger sister and David's mother.
We all went up to our Uncle Tommy Brough's nearby farm at Crookdake and helped him to deliver his milk supply to customers in Aspatria. This was 1947 and I would be 13, with John and David each about 10. We spent such an enjoyable time on the farm and next day too, I think.
Tommy was my mother's youngest brother and a real harum scarum during his youth. David wrote about him in "David's Story". He was always fun to be with during our growing up years. Although Tommy was married they never had any children. Although I never thought about it at the time Tommy would have made a wonderful father especially if they had been sons. Our cousin Norman Brough looked very much like our Uncle Tommy, except Tommy was smaller and very wiry.
Tommy's farm had originally been our grandfather Brough's farm and I have some very pleasant memories of our many visits there. My mind goes back to a rusty old sword Tommy had found down one of the lower fields and he kept it lying on a stone slab next to the barn. I used to day dream as a boy whose it was and what had happened to it.
In days long ago the Scottish marauders used to come down over the Border raiding the farms and villages. Was it discarded in a fight, did it belong to a Scot, or did it belong to one of ours. The nearby Church at Bromfield has many buried bones of slain Scots in unmarked graves and of course marked graves of our slain ancestors too. Yours and mine for we go back to before the 1500s in this small area.
Such is nostalgia.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Journal: Gloves and Snails.
My morning walk is getting colder. It is easy to get muffled up but it is the hands which suffer from walking quickly and swinging ones arms. I hesitate to put on my gloves as no one else does and one heavily built walker just walks in his shirt and only occasionally wears a pull-over even on frosty mornings. This morning I did pull out my gloves. It was foggy and the swirling mist was so damp and so cold. Our hardy walker wore his pullover this morning!
For the past few weeks I have been suffering from young snails in the glasshouse, they are so voracious. The first indication was on a tomato plant. I noticed one morning some of the leaves were just a skeleton. I looked for the cause and noticed the little beasts. Since then I have caught probably 90 or 100 in total, averaging 10 a day at first. Now I'm down to 5 a day and sometime none. It seems they get in via the ventilation window in the roof.
Got lots of seeds sown but difficult to germinate, especially parsley they will not germinate.
My morning walk is getting colder. It is easy to get muffled up but it is the hands which suffer from walking quickly and swinging ones arms. I hesitate to put on my gloves as no one else does and one heavily built walker just walks in his shirt and only occasionally wears a pull-over even on frosty mornings. This morning I did pull out my gloves. It was foggy and the swirling mist was so damp and so cold. Our hardy walker wore his pullover this morning!
For the past few weeks I have been suffering from young snails in the glasshouse, they are so voracious. The first indication was on a tomato plant. I noticed one morning some of the leaves were just a skeleton. I looked for the cause and noticed the little beasts. Since then I have caught probably 90 or 100 in total, averaging 10 a day at first. Now I'm down to 5 a day and sometime none. It seems they get in via the ventilation window in the roof.
Got lots of seeds sown but difficult to germinate, especially parsley they will not germinate.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Journal:Busy, Busy
It seems longer than 2 days since I wrote my last post on Sunday. I seem to have been involved in a lot of diverse things.
First it was the sewerage on Sunday. then the the weather these past 2 days has been superb and I seem to have cleared up quite a few outstanding jobs, from raking up the autumn/winter leaves front and back to digging over the garden around the glasshouse, to tidying up the plants.
Then I have been involved in planning my next computer. I know what I want but trying to squeeze what I want below my ceiling price is a little difficult. I use a NZ web page " Price Spy"which checks daily, the prices throughout NZ of all computer parts then lists them from the cheapest of its type to the most expensive and giving any price drops.
Then Tahlia had borrowed a 14" TV from cousin Luke and during using it, it had konked out. Gillian had asked when I was in Hamilton would I look at it. It went off with a bang and a smell of burning. She feared the worst. So we picked it up on Sunday and I looked at it this morning, Tues. Fortunately I was able to repair the TV by mid morning and ring Gillian to tell her the GOOD news.
In between I'm trying to work out my tax form with the help of a 90 page booklet and I'm not getting on very fast.
I'm trying hard not to say the words I promised myself not to say after I retired, " I'm so busy I don't know how I managed to go to work" Those who used to say those words, and they were many, I used to dismiss as probably working in low gear in their retirement.
I've now got my morning full tomorrow already with filling in the sewerage, pumping some poison in first to deter roots and soak the surrounding earth to kill hidden roots. The I've got some seeds to sow, plant out some Cineraria plants... about 30-40 down the back and feed the greenhouse plants. That is after my early morning walk and breakfast on my return.
Got to do more of cousin David's journal, try and write my own, also continue my life story, too. The days are never dull and boring, no time to watch TV during the day but I do nod off after lunch now and after evening dinner too! Only 2 days have past and I seem to have been so busy, last Sunday seems to have been a week ago.
I keep thinking, if I don't slow up, I'll get everything straightened up, then I will have only the odd maintainance jobs to do. But... it is good to be busy and I feel lucky that I have so many interests. To sit around day after day as some do in retirement would grow very boring after awhile.
It reminds me when I was in hospital in Rotorua, I barely slept for the first 3-4 nights. I used to look at the clock in the small hours of morning, 20 minutes had passed and it seemed an age. The duty nurse on her hourly inspection would come in to check and say "still can't sleep?". Later it was not much better. I came to dread the night-time.
It seems longer than 2 days since I wrote my last post on Sunday. I seem to have been involved in a lot of diverse things.
First it was the sewerage on Sunday. then the the weather these past 2 days has been superb and I seem to have cleared up quite a few outstanding jobs, from raking up the autumn/winter leaves front and back to digging over the garden around the glasshouse, to tidying up the plants.
Then I have been involved in planning my next computer. I know what I want but trying to squeeze what I want below my ceiling price is a little difficult. I use a NZ web page " Price Spy"which checks daily, the prices throughout NZ of all computer parts then lists them from the cheapest of its type to the most expensive and giving any price drops.
Then Tahlia had borrowed a 14" TV from cousin Luke and during using it, it had konked out. Gillian had asked when I was in Hamilton would I look at it. It went off with a bang and a smell of burning. She feared the worst. So we picked it up on Sunday and I looked at it this morning, Tues. Fortunately I was able to repair the TV by mid morning and ring Gillian to tell her the GOOD news.
In between I'm trying to work out my tax form with the help of a 90 page booklet and I'm not getting on very fast.
I'm trying hard not to say the words I promised myself not to say after I retired, " I'm so busy I don't know how I managed to go to work" Those who used to say those words, and they were many, I used to dismiss as probably working in low gear in their retirement.
I've now got my morning full tomorrow already with filling in the sewerage, pumping some poison in first to deter roots and soak the surrounding earth to kill hidden roots. The I've got some seeds to sow, plant out some Cineraria plants... about 30-40 down the back and feed the greenhouse plants. That is after my early morning walk and breakfast on my return.
Got to do more of cousin David's journal, try and write my own, also continue my life story, too. The days are never dull and boring, no time to watch TV during the day but I do nod off after lunch now and after evening dinner too! Only 2 days have past and I seem to have been so busy, last Sunday seems to have been a week ago.
I keep thinking, if I don't slow up, I'll get everything straightened up, then I will have only the odd maintainance jobs to do. But... it is good to be busy and I feel lucky that I have so many interests. To sit around day after day as some do in retirement would grow very boring after awhile.
It reminds me when I was in hospital in Rotorua, I barely slept for the first 3-4 nights. I used to look at the clock in the small hours of morning, 20 minutes had passed and it seemed an age. The duty nurse on her hourly inspection would come in to check and say "still can't sleep?". Later it was not much better. I came to dread the night-time.
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