Author: migrant

Progress

The teeth are slowly falling out. The missing front teeth look has arrived. It does not make him look at his best.

Currently there is a distinct lack of a kitchen. As I write the men are bringing in the new cabinets from the trunk, and over the next two days a man will install it, and the electrical and plumbing men will fix and attach the important components.
We have spent the last two weeks or so taking woodwork out and dismantling pieces, including being up in the roof space, contorting my body to cut through an extractor pipe with a selection of tools, and managing to keep the damage to my hands to a minimum.
We have been living on takeaways and microwaved soup with toasted sandwiches for the last few days.
On a dark calm evening , having a BBQ adds a spice of variety to the menu.
Here’s to a smooth successful installation, and back to normality pronto.

Miracle Man

Saturday fro those not in the know. A delightful boiled egg and soldiers in bed, and presents, with tea and cake delayed until the afternoon.
On the present front I did well. A new jumper so Shaz can be proud of me in public, a new wallet so that I do not lose my cards, a book about the beauty of clouds, and their deeper meaning and best of all a book on home brewing-so far read avidly. I am in the process of finding important items of kit. More to come I am sure.

Fourteen…..I can still remember her coming out and being covered in vernix.

Smelly had a party yesterday at home, while Dad and the boys made themselves scarce. Was it seven or eight who were there? Games were played suiting the modern teenager, cake is still fashionable, and she borrowed one of Mum’s dresses and looked lovely.

How fitting that with the Olympic games just around the corner, that when we are on holiday and passing through Opunake, on the surf highway, that we came across a bronze of Peter Snell, noted middle distance runner, and son of NZ.

A few days away in North Taranaki, at a place called Wai-iti beach. we were the only people staying on the site. It has converted ship containers for accommodation, as well as pitches for tents and more palatial “cottages”. The site would be too cramped when busy but was good for us. There was a cafe on site which we sampled for one night and found new beer from an organic micro-brewery just down the road. It is mild, not something one gets to grips with much these days.
We enjoyed good walks through the wild scenery, enjoyed the sea views, and took it easy. I started reading the “Little House” series, so now am into real living, and self sufficiency, and after visiting the brewery I am now going to be reading up on brew your own.

Everyone had a good time, and all that walking was good for Joseph’s rugby training.
No one actually ventured into the water, and the day I had the kite ready-no wind.

unday, May 04, 2008