The passage of time in Wellington and elsewhere
Back on the the teaching trail for dad.
Eleanor has decided that learning to drive is actually necessary and that the restricted license needs to be had by the end of the year. Swen is smiling at the reality that he does not have to be the teacher.
So today was day 2 of the regimen, our first trip to Ian Galloway Park.
A day of clutch control and getting into second gear in the racy Fiat Punto.
The French film festival has hit Wellington. We booked to see two films, the first of which was last night. Une Nouvelle Amie came with a good intro and appeared to have potential. However, it fell extremely flat with me and Shaz.
The premise is that a newly widowed man is a transvestite and his behaviour is re-ignited by the death of his wife and his wife’s best friend becomes part of this world. The film did not really seem to know what it was portraying and came over as ridiculous and farcical with the twists and turns of what was happening. So 0/5 for that one.
Before that we had been to see Salt of the Earth a documentary of a Brazilian photographer , Sebastião Salgado, who is a renowned for his social documentary work and later natural work. It was very good but unlike EQ and Swen we did not cry at the images of human misery that he documented around the world: Rwanda, Ethiopia and the former Yugoslavia.
We are maybe just too hardened by history and work to be affected in the same way now. The beauty of youth and the progression of aging?