Thursday in New Zealand

I have zipped my suitcase shut. Thus endeth my labors for this morning. 

This guy did not help me, lol.

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Saturday, Landing In Wanaka But Beginning…

I have a few days of photos to upload and commentary t’boot but today… today folks, the day started with

Cheezehenge:

NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-five and My Tuesday

rain on a Tuesday
wind makes it chilly
tree buds just showing color
below a swatch of ski-slope
more rain tonight
but driving home
forsythia
splattered against
hedgerows and yards
splashed across
the wet pavement
and still-dark woods.

Today I went to pick up three books I won at auction at the Milne Library book sale. Then, the plan, weather permitting was to paint on the hill overlooking the Clark. If the weather didn’t permit I figured I could always go inside to the two exhibits I missed last time. The weather held – no rain at least – so I trudged up the hill and set up and started to paint. It was very windy. I had to make a few adjustments to batten everything down after my board with paper tried to fly away. I finished the first landscape and decided to try the Crystal by Thomas Schütte – an installation which is inspired as I recall by New England-y sheds. I walked up the path and found a double door on the back and there I was, inside looking out through the opposite opening. And, conveniently there’s a bench along one of the other walls. So I set up there thinking it nice to be out of the occasional sprinkles and a little more protected, when a burst of wind blew through the opening and pushed out through the two doors. How very exciting. There were two couples that wandered up the path and through the Crystal too but they weren’t anywhere near as exciting as the wind.

View from the Crystal by Thomas Schütte

By the time I started down the hill again I was pretty darn cold. I dumped the painting stuff in the car while wondering if the museum cafe was still open. As soon as the hatchback of the fiat closed, I knew the keys were inside. Started AAA on the way, found out the cafe was closed, warmed up a little inside the building and then went out to wait. Young guy showed up in his big tow truck and had the front door open in no time. His first Fiat, he said.

Drove home. Ordered a few more watercolor supplies. (That’s it. I’m done unless I run out of something. Seriously. No more!) Watched The Voice. Write my NaPoWriMo poem while drinking some peppermint tea. Now I’m going to heat up the bed and go finish The Martian.

Merry Christmas! (she lives!)

I wasn’t even vertical enough on Christmas Eve or Day to post my traditional little image and wish you the best:

But there you go. I’m here now.

Mom and I seem to have reached a new level in our long-term relationship.

and today, SNOW!

Days Off

Yesterday Mom and I toodled around a bit. I wanted to wander around in the little corner of Boscov’s where they have really basic shirts and stuff, always for pretty cheap. Mom found a sweatshirt type jacket in a pretty color with a lovely embroidered design and I got an armful of long sleeve shirts for work and travel.

From there, we went to Eastern Mountain Sports so I could ponder the need for hiking type shoes/boots and the weight of said shoes. I’m really a Birkies sandals year round kinda gal, giving in to closed shoes as needed. And I recently got a pair of Birkies walking style shoes. Trainers as they say. But… November. Probably just cold and rainy. I think I’ll keep pondering. But times running out for breaking in anything new.

We stopped for lunch at Bountiful Bread while we were in Stuyvesant Plaza. Then we made a quick stop at the local art supply shop, Arlenes, so I could get a couple pads of the smaller watercolor paper I have been using.

Back at Mom’s house, we saw a deer eating Mom’s neighbor’s shrubs. Watched it for a long time before it bounded off to the ravine.

I stopped at Target and got a few things including a new Bodum electric kettle to replace my original Aroma one that died unexpectedly. Well, I had a $10 coupon burning a hole in my pocket. I really like my downstairs Bodum – it’s fast and quiet. Then to the store for some eggs, and a little cheese and some wine. That left plenty of time to finish my left over sandwich for dinner and get ready for the big event of the night, the debate!

Today I’m mainly looking at stuff about places to go and doing some reading for someone else and then I’ll have to settle down and get my stuff together for the workshop I’m taking in November.

Saturday Night into Sunday

On the way home from work, I did what I laughingly called “binge grocery shopping”. You would have thought I hadn’t eaten in weeks for all the goodies in my cart – vegetables and fruits, meat, bread. I could barely fit it in the frig! Oh yeah, some limeade and lemons and limes and that called for replacing my bottle of rum. All because a co-worker had given me a beautiful bag of fresh mint.

I took this bounty and made a simple syrup 2 parts water to one sugar. When it started to simmer I threw in all the mint and let it steep awhile. I strained it and then… I poured it into two ice cube trays and froze it! At least, I hoped it would freeze. Tonight when I looked in the freezer they were indeed frozen but softer of course than regular ice cubes.

I am pleased to report that a couple of those in the glass with the rest of the ingredients and some normal cubes made a quite tasty mojito.

After dinner and my beverage I got down to working on the work in progress,

Day 25, NaPoWriMo

The prompt at NaPoWriMo.net was to pick a line from another poem and use that as a starter. Took a little rummaging to get outside something I would work too directly. So, how about a little Dr. Suess?

…never mix up your right foot with your left
all the simple things we have given names:
the birds, the dogs, the cats and the children
these are more generic, it’s true enough
but then if you can’t recall if that is
a red-winged blackbird or eastern towhee
you can say with great enthusiasm:
Look! It’s a bird! Up there! Look, right there!
Everyone will sight along your finger
and someone will say, ‘oh, that’s a grosbeak,
rose-breasted not pine. they’re early this year.’
And everyone else will nod and take note
thinking, I’d no idea what that was but
it’s not a dog, a cat or my left foot.