It’s now Wednesday September 14th, 2022.Kia ora!
This morning I got up early to go to hymn singing. It was very cold, so I wore my extra warm puffer jacket. I also found a tartan woollen scarf.
Hymn singing was lovely, and then I went to a Māori Language week celebration. That was very pleasant, to meet new people and learn some phrases. It’s nice to feel a bit more secure with familiar phrases, and about when to use them.
Thankfully JD picked me up afterwards, and we bought some lunch from Nada Bakery in Tawa.
It turned out to be quite a busy day. In the afternoon our new stove was delivered. It just fits into the space left empty by our previous stove. I had always feared that extensive carpentry would be required for this – well, it would if I had had a double oven as I wanted for so long; I am trying to read the instruction manual, but after wading through all the stupid taken for granted stuff, I cannot interpret the instructions. There’re not obvious at all, like Bake, Grill or Timer. How it actually works is yet to be discovered. Just after it was installed, my grandchildren came to visit. Thankfully I had some chippies and chocolate biscuits to give them for afternoon tea. Then, I was due to get an eyebrow treatment. I haven’t had one for ages – I had an appointment, which was cancelled, because the therapist was sick; then I chose not to go for ages, since our Covid 19 figures were so high; then I had Covid 19 myself, and it took weeks to get over it.
On Thursday I went to singing, which was most enjoyable. Nothing much else happened.
It’s now Friday September 16th’
This morning we both got up earlier than normal, JD to get a WOF for the car, me to prepare for someone from Access coming. I changed the sheets and towels, feeling very virtuous.
In the evening, we were due to have soup for our evening meal, and I decided to make cheese on toast to go with it. I put the soup on to heat up, and turned on (I thought) the grill to heat up. There was noise from a fan. I toasted the Vogel bread, and sliced the cheese, then put it on top of the lightly toasted bread, as I usually do. The I popped it in the oven to grill. It wasn’t working! JD came out, read the manual, and decided that I had the wrong setting. He corrected the setting, and eventually the cheese was grilled, but it wasn’t browned. Ah well, by now the soup, served out, was getting cold. The manual said to close the oven door when using the grill! It gave rather strange instructions for baking – if the cake is too dry…if the pastry is too dry???? That doesn’t make sense. Honestly, my instincts tell me to leave the oven door ajar when using the grill. And why doesn’t it brown? I don’t really care, since I seldom cook now, but I would have found it really annoying in the old days.
It’s now Saturday July 17th.
It was very cold this morning, but there wasn’t a frost! So no condensation. It’s been a fine, warm day. This weather is weird!
Early this afternoon we went shopping in Thorndon. Sadly, there were no pies or quiches at all, but there were raspberries! I had a lovely shopping experience.
On Sunday (yesterday) I went to church; they had the AGM afterwards. I am now a member of the Strategy Committee (silly me, I didn’t find out when it meets!), and I also joined a prayer group. It was a lovely fine day; a huge magnolia tree outside the church lounge was in flower – quite beautiful. Afterwards JD picked me up from the New World Supermarket. I had bought a raisin brioche and a chocolate snail (my favourite) to share, and some pizza bread and some yoghurt.
It’s now Monday September 19th.
This morning JD gave me and a friend a lift to our exercise class in Ngaio. It was drizzling with rain. It was lovely, of course, although quite energetic! Afterwards we caught the train from Ngaio. I must admit I didn’t realise it was quite a steep walk up to the station; then, it turned out we were on the wrong side, and had to cross two sets of tracks – Ngaio is one of the places where the trains cross. To my amazement, not only was there no subway, or bridge, but not even warning lights, or a barrier. We crossed safely, but the station there is not as good as the one at Mana. That one is a model for affording some protection from the elements!
I caught the train back to Johnsonville, and then had lunch (a cheese roll and a lemon slice, with coffee) there. It’s always busy, but it did thin out a bit while I was there. Then I caught the shuttle bus home.
The hosts at The Rest is Politics podcast finally got into action again towards the end of last week. Meanwhile, new books keep coming out in the US about Trump’s time in office. The rest of us continue to wonder about the state of US politics. At least some people are waking up now to the dangers posed by threats to their so-called democracy. David Corn has published a new book called American Psychosis– I’ve listened to two podcasts about it.
The Queen’s funeral service is to be televised tonight while it actually takes place in Westminster Abbey. Our Prime Minister Ardern is to attend, along with the Governor General, the Māori King and others. She has secured meetings with the new King Charles, the new British Prime Minister Liz Truss, and with the new Prince and Princess of Wales, William and Catherine. A Defence Force unit also performed a Māori haka for them. I am bursting with pride. To be honest, I haven’t looked at many Youtube videos during the last few days. The endless media speculation drives me nuts. But I hope to be watching the funeral.
There are new Covid 19 figures out today, as the Ministry of Health goes to weekly reporting. There are 9,606 new cases reported over the past week; there are 175 people in hospital. There have been an average of 1,369 new cases each day. There have been a further 74 deaths: of these four were from Northland, 20 were from Auckland region, five were from Waikato, six were from Bay of Plenty, one was from Tairawhiti, two were from Hawke’s Bay, four were from Taranaki, six were from MidCentral, four were from Whanganui, two were from Wellington region, three were from Nelson Marlborough, 15 were from Canterbury, two were from Southern.
Three were in their 20s, two were in their 30s, one was in their 40s, three were in their 50s, ten were in their 60s, 16 were in their 70s, 25 were in their 80s and 14 were aged over 90. Of these people, 33 were women and 41 were men. This takes the total number of deaths to 1962. I fear we’ll crack over 2,000 soon. Still, the numbers are much fewer than they have been. Although masks aren’t required in most settings now, many people still wear them. There isn’t the fear that there used to be. And it’s quite all right here to wear a mask.
In Ukraine, a lot of territory has been taken back by Ukrainian forces, and many Russian troops left in some disarray, running for their lives, and leaving weaponry behind. Nevertheless, although this is hugely significant, many advise caution; and Ukrainian cities are still being shelled. This war ain’t over, by a long shot.
That’s it for now. Slava Ukraini! Ngā mihi.