Voices New Zealand Chamber Choir with their conductor, Dr Karen Grylls – rather wonderful

It’s now Thursday 25 September, 2025. Kia ora!

Yesterday I went to see Gaylene Preston’s documentary about Dame Jacinda Ardern.  I thought it was not good judgment for her to be interviewed by Oprah Winfrey, but she appeared on Jon Stewart’s TDS (The Daily Show) on Tuesday evening (our time), and I was very impressed by the interview – Jon Stewart can be very tough, so well done Dame Ardern (just call me Jacinda).

I was so pleased that I saw the documentary. The Lighthouse Cinema at Wigan St was full, although it hasn’t been screened a great deal. I was so moved that I cried several times. What a brave and impressive young woman, and how well we were looked after during Covid, especially during the first lock down. It was interesting to see her in Boston, and at Harvard University: I’ve been there! Photos of the graduation where she received an Honorary Degree reminded me of our eldest son’s graduation at Yale!  Being reminded of all the major events of Dame Jacinda’s terms as Prime Minster was distressing, especially the mosque terrorist event in Christchurch and the explosion at White Island. I was also horrified when public opinion turned against Dame Ardern during the huge protest in Parliament grounds, which seemed to go on and on – a shocking event for Wellington!

On Thursday it was windy, but we went out to The Spruce Goose for lunch. It must have been a northerly wind, because the sea at Lyall Bay was calm. Being so close to the airport, we watched several planes landing and taking off.

On Friday the weather wasn’t great. We drove out to the Charles Fleming Retirement Village at Waikanae to see our friend again. On the way, it rained very heavily, and we were glad to be on the Expressway. This time we had lunch with him:  it was very nice, and very generous: I had salmon with hollandaise sauce, coleslaw, and new potatoes, and cheesecake for pudding. Afterwards we had coffee in his unit.  By the time we drove home, it was fine and only drizzling occasionally.

There’s a Singing Workshop coming up with Lala Simpson and Jonathan Berkahn, at the Home of Compassion in Island Bay. I keep getting reminders of this on FB, but it seems others who might be interested don’t know about it! So it’s been a bit of a mission getting the information out to others.

It’s now Sunday 5^th October.

It’s been quite a busy week. On Monday I went to Tai Chi; on Tuesday I went to Bible Study where we had a nice discussion about 2 Timothy 1:1-12.  Afterwards I went to Dunshea’s Deli with a friend where we had beautiful coffee and cheese scones. JD picked me up from there and we went shopping. On Wednesday morning I went to hymn singing. That was lovely: we sang All Creatures of Our God and King, and Jesu, Lover of my Soul, amongst other lovely hymns. Afterwards I met a dear friend for coffee: another oat latté and another delicious cheese scone.  Although the day had started out to be quite fine, it was now raining heavily and quite cold. JD picked me up; the next day I met several of my Thursday singing friends at another café – we had lovely discussions there. Afterwards it was again cold and wet, so JD picked me up (again!) and on the way home we bought lunch from Dunshea’s Deli. We bought very nice pies: chicken and vegetable and steak and Guiness, which we shared. They were delicious, and large pies, but the food was quite expensive.

That evening we were do go to a concert: Rossini’s Stabat Mater, with the NZSO, four soloists and Karen Grylls’ Chamber Choir, Voices New Zealand. What a wonderful choir! Karen is standing down at the end of this year; I don’t know who’s leading the choir in future, but I hope they’ll continue to be wonderful singers. After this the orchestra and choir played the premiere of a local work, another Stabat Mater by Victoria Kelly. This was a much shorter work, but lovely to listen to.  It’s nice to have an early-evening concert, at 6:30 pm; we don’t try to eat beforehand, preferring to have a light snack afterwards. Sometimes we even go shopping on the way home, as New World in Thorndon is open till 10 pm every day.

On Friday it was complicated with several events occurring. I caught a bus to town to meet my cousin and her sister from Auckland for lunch.  It was lovely to see them, although the weather wasn’t great. They go to the WOW (World of Wearable Art) each year – I’m afraid we’ve bever been! We had lunch at The Lab on Customhouse Quay – a café new to me; I rarely go to that rather windy part of town.  My bus was a few minutes early so I had a look at dresses at Farmers first.

Lunch was delicious: I had a favourite, scrambled eggs, which was absolutely delicious; my only quibble was that it came on multigrain toast, together with a wee capsule of olivani olive oil spread (which I like), but the toast was really hard to cut!  And impossible to spread, since the eggs were on top of it! Still, the eggs were so good one didn’t really need toast to go with them.

Afterwards I went with them to the Blue Illusion store, in Woodward St. I hadn’t been there before, but they had a sale on, and I ended up buying a beautiful cream top with short sleeves. It looks like what we used to call bouclé, with a bit of warmth for windy Wellington.  Two good friends of mine have bought beautiful clothes from Blue Illusion. They had a good discount during the French Film Festival, but you had to spend $150 to qualify for it!

Saturday was a quiet recovery day. The weather was rubbish too – sadly my copy of The Post was delivered but very wet, so it had to be dried out (selectively).

On Sunday I went to church in the morning; afterwards JD picked me up and we went to see a movie together: The Man who Promised the Sea at 12:30 pm at the Penthouse Cinema and Café in Brooklyn. We had to park way up Todman St; despite its being school holidays, and the middle of the day, the café was pretty quiet.  I think the lovely theatre could do with a bit of TLC and general upkeep! Still, we had time for coffee and something to eat before the movie. I even had an ice cream, which I don’t usually do.

The film was in Spanish, with subtitles, and explored events around the Spanish Civil War before World War II. There were two plots: a granddaughter searching for her great grandfather’s remains, and a teacher in a village who taught using the Freinet method. He promised to take the children to the sea: they had never been! Of course he had trouble securing parental approval; but sadly he was arrested, tortured and later shot before the trip could take place.  No wonder no one wanted to speak about this incident. The teacher had a printing press, and the children produced several books, most of which were burnt after the teacher’s arrest. All the books had to be given up, although thankfully some were hidden. And there was a connection between the two stories, of course.  Book burning was something the Nazis did in Germany before World War 11; it’s also happening in the US now, and has been for some time.  I think most of us would be more than happy for young people to read, even works like Lady Chatterley’s Lover, which was banned for many years. I think Lady Chatterley’s main indiscretion was to have sex with her gardener, rather than another member of the British aristocracy.

The teacher was an avowed atheist, so he fell foul of the local Catholic priest; he was from Catalonia, a location of anti-fascist activity, and he used the Freinet method of teaching, which scared local parents, who mainly wanted their children to grow up to be just like them. It was a harrowing film to watch.

It’s a busy week coming up, with it being the start of Term 4, when Thursday morning singing restarts. Te Reo Māori starts up again on Wednesday morning; and there’s a Singing Workshop at the Home of Compassion in Island Bay next Saturday. This is a big day for me, but very enjoyable to sing with many other strong voices. A number of my friends are going, and we’re car-pooling, with some details yet to be determined.

A cousin of mine from Christchurch is part of a group coming to Waikanae in early November, with lots of exciting activities planned. I was going to join them on the Wednesday for lunch, but one of the party can’t come for health reasons, and so I’ve been invited to join my cousin instead of her friend. Wow!  That is so exciting.  I am looking forward to it.  I do enjoy stimulating activity, but I get terribly tired.

Speaking of tired, I’ve been invited to take part in a stroke-medical-care discussion that’s being run by an Auckland University team. Although it’s testing to go back to my own Sep/11 (September 2011), the questions look very pertinent, and I would like to think I can contribute something to the study.

It’s now Sunday 12 October.

Yesterday I went to the singing workshop at the Home of Compassion in Island Bay. Unlike the previous time when some of us went, it was foggy, overcast and drizzling with rain all day. JD took a friend and me to the Ngaio Town Hall by 9 am, where we met the friend who was giving us a lift to Island Bay. I thought it was a very early start, but we had to pick up another friend in Northland, so we ended up having a “Cooks’ Tour” through Wilton, Northland, Highbury, the Aro Valley and Brooklyn, Mornington and Berhampore, before ending up at Island Bay.  

We were almost the first ones there, but we were singing ina different room from previously, and it had not been set up. It turned out that there were only about 18 of us, and no men. I think with this workshop being at the start of Term 4 many people did not realise it was on.

We broke for morning tea, and several of us retreated to the Cloister Café there, which was open. Although we had 20 minutes, it took ages to have our order taken and coffee served. When it came, it was delicious – my oat latté and pain au raisin. It was just a shame there wasn’t more time to enjoy them!

 The singing was very enjoyable, although somewhat marred by the fact that someone brought her dog, which pooped on the carpet! Several kind people rushed to clear it up, but it certainly interrupted our singing.

Later we had an hour’s break for lunch: a delicious roast kumara, carrot and lentil soup, with bread that you could toast or eat fresh. They were delicious.

After lunch there was more singing, and then soon after 3:30 we went to the Chapel to sing the songs we’d learnt again. This was quite a different atmosphere! We weren’t in our natural groups any more, and it was more difficult to sing in the Chapel, for some reason. I found I was extremely weary, by this time, and found it hard to sing at all. Then we drove home, again in the drizzly fog. JD met my friend and me at Ngaio Town Hall again, and we went home with relief. What fun, though! I was pleased that I’d been.

Today (Sunday) is overcast again, drizzling with rain, and with low cloud all day. It is extremely windy. Every morning now I pick up camellias that have blown into the driveway, and there ae always more. There are lots of blossoms on the drive, although still lots on the cherry tree.

That’s it for now! Slava Ukraini! Nga mihi nui.

Cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches. Mine weren’t quite as elegant as these, but they were very neat and they did taste good!

It’s now Friday 12 September, 2025. Kia ora!

What a time to be alive. Charlie Kirk has been assassinated in Utah;  Israel has bombed Qatar, trying to kill the Hamas leaders who are there to negotiate a cease-fire; more Epstein information has been revealed, and none of it points to Jeffrey Epstein being a nice person; and Lord Mandelson has been fired by Keir Starmer, Prime Minister of Great Britain; one week after his deputy Prime Minister, Angela Rayner, was fired for what seemed to be a tax dodge.  Mandelson was not only a great pal of Epstein but continued to defend him even after he was in prison. What to deal with first?

And I forgot to mention Russia’s drone strike on Poland, and then a threat to Rumania.

On Sunday morning I went to church. I was supposed to take a plate for a shared lunch: I took some buttered slices of a ginger loaf from the local New World supermarket. I have a “bring a plate” function later this week – I do not like such things! I’d be much happier to pay for a catered lunch, and I think it’s a retrograde step to go back to shared lunches. It was quite cold, and drizzling with rain. I was glad to wear a woollen jersey, a warm fluffy jacket, and a puffer raincoat! They had morning tea with scones with apricot jam and sweetened whipped cream, yum!

After morning tea the minister spoke about his recent study leave. This was very interesting, since I’d been to Scotland, although not the north of Scotland. This was followed by the AGM. I had to leave for another appointment with JD.  I hope my point about advertising on Meta (formerly Facebook) is taken up. After all, if it’s good enough for Westminster Abbey, I think my church should do it.

JD and I ended up having lunch at Floridita’s Café and Restaurant. It was nice there – warm and comfortable! I started with a Long Black Coffee, followed by a Peach Bellini. 

Here in Aotearoa fugitive Tom Phillips has been shot dead by police, after himself shooting a police officer; a child was with him; his two other children were recovered shortly afterwards. Phillips had been on the run with his three children for four years! Their mother appeared in court on drink-driving charge soon afterwards.  Those poor children! It seems their father was not a hero, rather a thief, with lots of alcohol and fire arms. He moved camp often. Meanwhile the children have had no medical or dental care or education, while supposedly camping in uncivilised conditions; camping in the rough can be charming for a day or two; but any longer than that and one would be longing for a shower or bath, a proper toilet, a hot meal and a warm comfortable bed, to say nothing of clean clothes. It seems that both parents have really let their children down, and now one of them is dead. The eldest child is now a teenager, with all the implications of adolescent body changes. Poor children!

It’s now Tuesday 16 September.

Yesterday I went to Tai Chi, and then JD picked me up and we had lunch at Picnic Café by the Lady Norwood Rose Garden, and the doomed Begonia House. Last time I visited it wasn’t as wonderful as it used to be. Lunch was nice – smoked salmon, hash browns, grilled tomato, and half an avocado with wasabi dressing. My long black coffee was enjoyable too. We ate outside, and it was rather windy, although fine and sunny, and I kept my jacket on. There were no roses out yet, and a sign warned us that spraying was in progress.

Afterwards we walked to the Bolton Street cemetery, which I am ashamed to say I hadn’t visited before, it’s been split by the Motorway, and although it’s a quiet and peaceful place, the traffic noise is disturbing. There are very informative pamphlets in waterproof containers at the entrance to the Cemetery. I would think there needs to be more upkeep of this lovely area.  We did not explore it all – there is quite unstable walking between the graves on uneven grass.  And, of course, it’s hilly, and whenever one walks down, one remembers that one will have to walk up again.

There are some names we recognise; there are graves and headstones there. I was quite moved by the youth of many of the dead: some made old bones to perhaps 82, but many died in their 20’s-30’s-40’s. Many children died – including 5 of diphtheria in one family! Another family lost three children. How incredibly sad, and I well remember what a huge thing it was when vaccines came in when I was a child, and parents no longer had to fear that their children would die early from common childhood diseases such as polio, diphtheria, whooping cough, or tuberculosis.  I as moved too by the Biblical texts on many of the headstones – such as “I am the resurrection and the life”, and sentiments like the deceased person being “Asleep with Jesus”.  No wonder Alzheimer’s was an unusual disease – very few people got old enough to “lose” their memory (using the terminology of my childhood).

On Tuesday Bible Study was cancelled. JD and I did our weekly shopping in Thorndon, and saved, as usual, just over $10. It was really hot!  And I felt really tired, as I tend to in springtime. But today (Wednesday) the weather is awful! It’s really windy, overcast and drizzly, although not too cold, but much cooler than yesterday. This morning I went to hymn singing, but unfortunately there were very few of us there, and my voice was quite croaky. I’m blaming spring allergies for this. After this there was a two-hour session for Te Wiki o Te Reo Māori, together with a nice morning tea. It was a lovely session. We learnt (again) phrases of welcome. It’s so nice to go over things that one supposedly knows already!

Afterwards I caught a bus into town, and then another bus to get off at what they’re calling Courtenay Central, a bus stop outside the forlorn Reading Centre. Then I walked to Tākina in Wakefield Street. It was very windy but not dangerously so. At Tākina I had lunch first: delicious chicken sandwiches with stuffing and chutney (very tasty) served with some potato crisps (as in an English pub!), and a long black coffee.  It was very comfortable there, and you get free internet!  Afterwards I went to the World Press Photo Exhibition. I was able to leave my bag at the coat-drop. The exhibition was interesting, if confronting. I was glad I’d seen it. I also booked tickets for a concert coming up – Rossini’s Stabat Mater, performed by the NZSO and Voices New Zealand. It is good to be able to see just where you’re sitting. Afterwards I walked to the closest bus stop – opposite where James Smith’s used to be. It was incredibly windy walking back.

It’s now Friday 19 September, and I am waiting for my lovely lady from Access to come. Access is using a new ap, which sends me an informative email each week to say who’s coming and when. But I can’t load the ap on either my phone (it doesn’t do Android), or even on my PC.  So I can’t see the schedule. Still. It is now easier to communicate with Access. In the event someone different came; my usual lady is on leave for the school holidays, although Access had not warned me of this.

Yesterday (Thursday) was the final session for Term 3 for my Thursday singing group. I showered early and made cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches, draining the cucumber slices on paper towels first. The white sandwich bread that we’d bought on Tuesday had not stayed as fresh as I’d hoped. Still, we cut the crusts off, and I made two dishes – one to keep at home. JD’s  brother was due to visit while I was out. We had a nice singing session, although I had to remind the leaders that it is Te Wiki o Te Reo Māori. Accordingly, we sang Hine e Hine, but did not sing the lovely Pepeha which we’d sung last year. I did feel that I’d interrupted the program, though!

The lunch spread was delicious, with a good range of savoury food and some sweet food, and grapes and cheese, of course. There were lots of egg sandwiches and asparagus rolls, so I was glad I hadn’t made them, this time.

Sunday was quite a busy day. It was really windy, quite cold, and drizzling with rain off and on. I went to church, which was lovely, We are enjoined to pray for kings and rulers (I Timothy chapter 1), even if we don’t share their views. Afterwards I was going to catch a bus to Johnsonville at 11:12 am. I walked to the bus stop, where it was incredibly windy. I could have summoned a taxi, or an Uber, but I had got to the bus stop and the bus was due to come. It did arrive on time.  At the Johnsonville Library, the shuttle bus had reverted to its weekday timetable – not on the hour or half hour, as I had thought. Never mind, I got home just before 12 noon, when a grandson was due to come!  I did not have Wi-Fi on my Android phone, so I couldn’t communicate until I reached home. Anyway, the little boy came, and we had a very enjoyable time, doing a jigsaw puzzle, playing Monopoly Deal (with cards!), and a car racing game.

Today’s podcast on The Rest is History is about Hesiod’s Theogony. Wow! I have read this as part of a wonderful paper I did on The Trojan War, in terms of mythical background, Homer’s Iliad (of course), ancient literature about the Trojan War, and then (2006) modern archaeology at the Hissarlik site in Turkey, thought to represent the ancient city of Troy.  We studied the Hittites, too.  Tom Holland also talks about ancient language derivations. I had thought that the “family” of Romance or Indo-European languages, which includes ancient Greek, Latin, French, Italian, Spanish and German as having a certain commonality – for example, if you’re looking at menu items in one of those languages, you can usually figure out what they are. Some of my friends are conversational in several of these languages. I enjoy trying to speak French whenever I go there (which is not nearly often enough).  But it now seems that this is too simplistic.  Here is a link to this episode:

What an amazing heritage the Classical world gives us, in paintings, sculpture, pottery relics, mosaics and literature. I think part of its appeal is that it’s just so beautiful, without all the violence, rape, sudden death, and divine scheming. It’s still fascinating. How nice, sometimes, to retreat into the past, while present events are of great concern, even if they don’t appeal.

That’s it for now!  It’s a tough spring, so far, with some beautiful fine days but treacherous winds. Wars and conflict grind on, in Ukraine and Gaza. Slava Ukraini! Nga mihi nui.

A familiar painting by Monet (not the one we saw in Auckland)

It’s now Sunday 31 August, 2025. Kia ora!

It’s been quite a busy weekend. Friday was a quiet day, with some housework done (both by me and the lady from Access), but I missed my previous  activities. But on Saturday morning, just before midday, I got a text from a friend saying she was going to see The Ballad of Wallis Island at 1:30 pm at the Lighthouse Cinema in Wigan St! Would I like to come? Of course I would.

So I made a sandwich for lunch, and JD took me into town. It was a beautiful warm and sunny day, and I wore a summer top rather than a jersey.

It was a lovely film, charming even. The only known star was Carey Mulligan, and I marveled at how old she looked, but perhaps it fitted in with the film’s story. Anyway, there was no bad language and no sex (!) and the film was very down-to-earth and quite funny. It had a very good review in the morning’s paper, so I was very pleased to see it.

Afterwards I caught buses home ending up at the Churton Park shops. I intended to make asparagus rolls the next morning to take to church for morning tea after the service – they were having a HUB service with Johnsonville Uniting and Ngaio Union Churches, and I felt bad for not taking food the previous Sunday. Sadly, one still can’t get Watties brand tinned asparagus spears. On Sunday morning the weather was very different: it had been windy during the night, and then it was raining, and much colder.  I got up early, and drained the asparagus and measured out some butter. JD helped make the asparagus rolls.

Oddly, we ended up with plenty of time, although it was still raining. But there was drama to come. When I got to the church an elderly gentleman had just collapsed, just inside the entrance in what is called the Gathering Space. People were attending to him, so I went through to the kitchen to hand over the food I’d brought. They’d established that he was unconscious; was he still breathing?

When I went into the church, someone was doing chest compressions, and an ambulance had been called. So evidently there was a medical emergency, although the person was not a Khandallah parishioner.  We had the service, and at the end we were told that the elderly gentleman had died, and his family were now with him in the Gathering Space, which had been curtained and screened off.

So we had morning tea, and most agreed that actually the church entrance was probably a good place to die. It wasn’t a tragic death, although sad for the family and friends, obviously, and sobering for everyone else. It was still raining heavily.

JD picked me up and we made our way to his next appointment. Then we had lunch at Ombra, where the food was delicious – better than previous times when we’d been there. I had baccalà (whipped salted cod) again. Yum! It was nice and warm there, too.

On Monday I went to Tai Chi at Khandallah. Afterwards I caught a bus into town, and then a bus to Johnsonville, but it was so windy at Wellington Railway Station that I nearly got blown over. In Johnsonville I got a new passport photo taken.

On Tuesday morning I went to Bible Study, and then had coffee and a cheese scone afterwards with some who’d attended. JD picked me up afterwards, and we were due to go shopping, but he had an appointment in Miramar. He dropped me off at Wellington Railway Station, and I walked to Sercombe and Matheson to get some more glasses cleaner; then I caught a bus to Unity Books, where I bought JD a Father’s Day present. Then I went to Farmers to see if they had any corduroy trousers (they don’t), and then back to Smith the Grocer Café to meet JD. They have guest Wi-Fi there too!

JD eventually turned up, but he had parked the car in Harris Street; on the way he visited the Ecco shop in Willis St. He tried on some of their beautiful shoes: they did not fit, which was perhaps a relief, considering the price.

After we’d reached the car, we needed to go shopping – at Thorndon New World, of course, since they offer the 5% Gold Card discount on Tuesdays.  This time the weekly shop was under $200!  I was very tired afterwards.

On Wednesday morning there was hymn singing – about 11/12 of us were there, I think. We sang The Lord’s Prayer in Māori, and at the end one of the singers sang the beautiful Pie Jesu from the Fauré Requiem. After that there was a Te Reo class, with 17 people there!  We worked on greetings and good wishes. It was a good session.

After that I caught a bus to Wellington Railway Station, and then a #7 bus to Brooklyn. I just missed the bus I really wanted to catch. Never mind, there was another one in twenty minutes, and it was fine and sunny at the bus stop. I got to the Penthouse Cinema with half an hour to spare before the 1 pm screening of Mr Burton. I was really hungry and after a cup of coffee, but although it wasn’t particularly busy there it seemed to take ages to get served, and then I realised I hadn’t picked up my movie ticket! The waitress came over to tell me that there were no more club sandwiches, and I’d already paid for one. So I bought a sausage roll, which arrived at a bit after 12:50 pm.  Fortunately I’d ordered a berry slice, which was delicious. So I wasn’t in the greatest shape when the movie began.

I had really wanted to see the movie: I’ve a lot of respect for Toby Jones and Leslie Manville, and the young man acting the young Richard Burton did a great job. But the film is long, at 2 ½ hours, and the scenes in Wales are very bleak and dark.  It’s a positive story, on the whole, but Richard has already become a heavy drinker as a young man, and of course he’s conflicted about his own father (who doesn’t recognize him), and his mother (who died when he was two).  It’s a tough watch, although well reviewed. It relies heavily on Shakespeare’s Henry V and Henry IV, which is great if you’re a Shakespeare fan – perhaps not so great if you aren’t. I was glad I’d seen it, but happy to catch buses home afterwards.

On Thursday there was singing again; it was overcast, but not supposed to rain until 1 pm: it started to drizzle as we left home!  In the afternoon there were serious matters to tackle: renewal of my passport, which was due to expire in February next year (Oops! Just as well I checked), and renewing my driving license.

It took all afternoon to lodge a passport renewal online, although I had the photo and my friend (referee’s) passport number. It turned out that his full name, date of birth, and address were required, so although I found the card with his new address on it, I had to wait for him to text me the other information.  I have to say the online application is pretty easy to do. But the cost! It costs $247 for an adult passport renewal (I hope I’ll still be using it in 10 years’ time), plus the cost of the courier. Well, that was all fine, and early the next morning I got a message that my new passport had been delivered to the courier, and would be delivered to me on Monday, requiring my signature! Oh dear, that was fast. Unfortunately, we plan to be away on Monday – we’re flying to Auckland for the day to see the art exhibition there!

NZ Post courier service was not easy to deal with. They wanted me to be at home, and there was no phone number given, I was asked to arrange an alternative address, or a place where the parcel could be left.  Eventually I got onto another website, where I arranged to pick it up from a Post Office (do they even still exist?)  for this “re-direction” it cost $3.00.  I realised I had to make alternative arrangements that day (Friday), since they obviously didn’t work on Saturdays. I did get an acknowledgement of my redirection – under the front door mat wasn’t offered as an option! So it’s a very expensive passport, somewhat fraught with drama and trauma.

It’s a quiet day on Saturday. I figure it will be busy tomorrow (Sunday) and of course Monday will be a big day. On Sunday I am to read a passage from Jeremiah 18, about the potter.  It’s very accessible.

It’s now Wednesday 10 September.

On Monday we flew to Auckland for the day – to visit the lovely Auckland Art Gallery and see the exhibition of modern art from Toledo, Ohio. It was a big adventure: we had booked well in advance to get cheaper tickets, and we took spare gear in case we had to stay overnight.  Several weeks earlier I had hoped that we would do a road trip taking in Taupo, Auckland, Hamilton and Hawkes Bay. But that was not to be.

We took a taxi at 7 am to Wellington Airport; the flight to Auckland was smooth and quick. I was going to wear a puffer jacket, but the weather forecast turned out to be colder than previously forecast, and I awoke to the sound of rain!  So I took a raincoat, although I did not need it. We had booked seats in the front row: silly us! The cabin is so cramped you don’t have much room and can’t put your stuff under the seat in front. The formidable hostess stowed my tote bag and hand bag in an overhead locker before I had time to get out the things I wanted. Never mind, it was a quick flight. When we got to Auckland I almost wished that we were going further afield.

Right away we got the bus into the Sky complex in inner Auckland. This went by the international terminal as well. A lot of work has been done to improve the surroundings into central Auckland. The Waterview Tunnel is a big improvement too. Everything went smoothly until we got into central Auckland – there were many cones, and the bus took ages to turn into Albert Street. Some wise folk had alighted at an earlier stop in Queen St.

Eventually we got to the Sky Tower, and set out to walk to the Auckland Art Gallery. It’s quite a short walk, but you walk down to Queen Street and then up to the Gallery beside Albert Domain!

We got there, and our bags were stored at no cost. Then we bought tickets to the exhibition, and it was pointed out that other exhibitions are free – the Robertson Gift (which we’d seen on a previous visit), a Colin McCahon collection, and something else. Then we went upstairs to the lovely café to have lunch: it was almost 12 noon by this time.

After lunch we went to see the exhibition. It’s timed, so they only let a few people in at a time. This makes for good viewing, especially as there’s no rush. Well the paintings are magnificent, of course: highlights include a landscape by Renoir (unusual to have no people), and a painting of his muse who became his wife: a beautiful, if very young-looking woman.  There is a wonderful painting by Vincent van Gogh, and a wonderful waterlilies painting by Monet. The waterlily paintings, of which there are many, remind me of the piéta paintings of the Italian Renaissance, of which there are many, and many styles. This painting by Monet was, for me, the highlight of the exhibition, followed closely by the van Gogh. But there were several impressionist paintings, and a landscape by Whistler.  There’s an amazing painting by Picasso, with a bit of green/blue, which perhaps dates from his blue period before he fully embraced cubism.

After that we saw the Robertson gift again, with another Monet, and couple of paintings by Braque, one by Frances Hodgkins (not one of my favourites), and a painting by Salvador Dali. There were several sculptures as well.

We looked at the McCahon paintings (mostly numbers), and then I had to have a look at the shop.  I bought a large purse containing a tote bag – in the style of Monet. It’s actually really useful to have another purse.

It was a beautiful day in Auckland. We walked down Queen St to the waterfront. Queen St is quite sleazy, but towards the Ferry Terminal there are designer shops, with security guards at every door!  So much for browsing, I wouldn’t dare.

We sat in the sun and watched the ferries come and go, before walking back up Albert St to the Sky City complex.  It seemed much easier to walk back up Albert St.  There was bus having newly arrived, but it wasn’t due to leave till 4 pm.  There was lots of time to our flight, but I had booked later, to get cheap fares, and we did not want to get stuck in Auckland traffic. In the event it tool only 20 minutes to get to the Airport!

Once there, we bought a copy of this week’s Listener (which we couldn’t get in the morning).  Thankfully we could go to the Koru Lounge, and hang out there till our boarding call: 7: 45 pm!  Somehow we were too tired to eat or drink much, but I did manage to do most of the Listener puzzles and read the articles. Unusually since the new compiler, I could do most of the cryptic crossword.

Eventually we flew back to Wellington: again, a calm, short flight. This time we were in Row 2, and so had more room for everything.

Meanwhile, there had been some fuss to do with delivering my passport. I had paid to have it redirected, but while I was in Auckland I received an email to say it would be delivered to my address on Wednesday (today), and please be there. Then on Tuesday morning I received an email saying please pick it up from the Johnsonville Post Office (is there one still? Apparently so, it was in the list I was invited to choose from). I was to bring certain documentation. So I called in, and there was quite a process to redeem my parcel. Fortunately I did have the very long tracking number. And so I got to pick it up, and I checked the package to ensure it contained my new passport. And it did!

That’s it for now.  Slava Ukraini! Ngā mihi nui.

The NZSO – we’re quite proud of it!

Today is Thursday 28 August, 2025. Kia ora!

It has been quite a tough winter, with some really cold wet windy weather interspersed with some beautifully still fine days. Of course, we still have really cold evenings and mornings, but the days are getting longer, a huge relief for some reason.

At the Khandallah community centre they’ve put on two lovely sessions, the first with soup for lunch (tomato or leek and potato), and then again with a chicken and vegetable curry. It was very nice to attend both, and see some familiar faces there and get to know others better. There was really bad weather each time, so it was nice to get out and see others and get lunch too.

We have switched to doing our main weekly shopping on Tuesdays, seeing as New World in Thorndon now offers a 5% gold card discount, providing you spend more than $40, which is not hard to do.  We used to do it on Saturdays, usually. It’s taken me a while to get used to Tuesday shopping!

We went to two lovely concerts, an NZSO concert at the MFC on the evening of Friday 8 August. The weather was truly terrible, and we got very wet walking from the car. They played Mussorgasky’s Night on the Bald Mountain, Dukas’ Sorcerer’s Apprentice, and Stravinsky’s Petrushka, conducted by André de Ridder. What a wonderful concert!  There weren’t as many people there as at concerts I’d been to previously, and many empty seats, with no queue for the ladies’ restroom during the interval. I was really pleased that we’d been. It’s quite wonderful that they send you an email beforehand telling you how long each item will be, and program notes on the musical works to be played.

On the afternoon of Sunday 10 August we went to Verdi’s Masked Ball opera, at the State Opera House, rather than the St James. This was produced by Wellington Opera, but it was a fabulous production, with wonderful music beautifully played, an innovative set, and remarkably good singing. What a treat! JD wanted me to take one of our grandchildren, but they were unwell with RSV.  The State Opera House brought back many memories for us.  JD came late: he was going to enter during the first interval, but the staff insisted on his entering during Act 1 of the performance! The Opera House actually has more room between the seats than the Michael Fowler Centre, although there is no lift. We were fortunate to have spare seats either side of us.

So what else has been happening? One Saturday we went to see the Art Exhibition at Takina.  We used to go regularly to the Fine Arts Gallery on the waterfront, and buy something at the lovely shop there, but now you have to go to Takina, and it cost $11 each. Of course, we had to pay for parking as well. We had lunch at Zephyr café beforehand.

The art exhibition was huge, and we ended up buying a painting – of the Wahine. It has remarkable lighting effects, and, of course, the sinking of the Wahine is memorable for us both. We were in our final years at school; some pupils had come to Wellington Girls’ College, but it was decided to send everyone home by late morning. As a prefect, I had to escort some students down to the Wellington Railway Station! Thorndon often endures terrible weather, but this was next level, with sheets of corrugated iron and other large debris being blown around. Somehow I escorted them, and got back unharmed and caught the bus home to Wadestown, where my parents’ home was quite sheltered, and they were unaware of the extent of the disaster.

The New Zealand International Film Festival has been in town. I managed to get a copy of the program from the Lighthouse Cinema in Wigan St, but unlike the French program it’s very challenging to deal with.  The films don’t all appeal, of course, but many of them were screened at night, or were already booked out, with only two or three viewings of most films being shown. Some are now featured for later release in cinemas, so all is not lost, however many of these films don’t have the appeal of the more light-hearted French films. You seldom see anything really unpleasant in a French film, although there can be lots of swearing.  It’s all in French, of course, so it doesn’t have quite the same impact.

I did go to “Two Prosecutors” on Monday 18 August.  It was in black and white, and was set during Stalin’s Great Terror in 1937.  It was well worth seeing, although it was a difficult watch at times, with an unpleasant twist at the end.

Afterwards I wanted to have a cup of coffee and a scone, and perhaps see another movie at the Wigan St cinema, but the timing was tight for this. The film I did see had such an impact on me that I was quite relieved to forgo seeing the other one. But I found Courtenay Place was really depressing! Places like Myrtle and Pandoro have closed, sadly, but it being a Monday some places where I might have gone were closed too. It was a beautiful day, but I ended up walking to Cuba St, as anywhere I passed on the way was full of people. Here’s looking at you, Sixes and Sevens! They had masses of very attractive-looking food, but very few seats.  At Kaffee Eis in Cuba St it was crowded too, and I had to sit on a high stool for a time, but eventually I got a seat at a table, albeit a draughty one. I have always found the food good there.

Then a friend of mine offered me NZIFF film tickets for the following Saturday and Sunday afternoons. Although they were offered to others as well as me, I said yes to either or both, and ended up going to both.  This made for a busy weekend, but both films were really worth seeing.

Saturday’s film was called The President’s Cake, and was about a girl who was chosen to contribute a cake for Iraqi President Saddam Hussein’s birthday – everyone must celebrate his birthday. The girl and her grandmother were very poor, and it was incredibly difficult to obtain the necessary ingredients. Meanwhile, the Americans are bombing Iraq.  Afterwards we had coffee at Café Deluxe next to the Embassy theatre. It is really a “student” café, with Formica-topped tables, but had really good coffee (and Portuguese tarts) and it was nice to debrief after the quite intense movie. The propaganda in Saddam’s Iraq was quite terrifying, and people were afraid to speak out, or say anything that might be considered political.  We also spoke about the upcoming Wellington City Council election, and the importance of these choices.

The next day (Sunday) turned out to be quite complicated. JD dropped me at church in the morning; too late I remembered that I’d agreed to buy two containers of soup as part of a fund-raising exercise. Thankfully I was able to pick them up from the fridge in the church and send them home with JD, as after church I would have to get a bus into town to see Sunday’s movie. It would be really difficult to pick up the soup at any other time. It was also my eldest grandson’s birthday, and we needed to visit later that afternoon and drop off his present. JD had an appointment in Kingston, and I hoped that he would pick me up, from town, although I got the times a bit mixed up. Anyway, I saw the movie (in French), which was wonderful, and although there were many people in town on this fine day, JD picked me up outside the Tasting Room restaurant, and we went to have afternoon tea and birthday cake with my eldest grandson.  Thankfully the presents were well received (his and his sister’s!), and we weren’t too late. My other son who lives locally and his family were there too so it was lovely to see them. When we got home, we were thankful to have soup for tea (from the fundraiser).

The next day a dear friend visited; it was lovely to see her again. On Tuesday I went to Bible Study, and then a friend gave me a lift into town where I met another friend whom I hadn’t seen for months at Smith the Grocer’s Café. We had a great time catching up, and then Wednesday was busy as well.

There was hymn singing in the morning, and another friend bought me coffee afterwards. Then I caught the bus home; unfortunately I missed the shuttle bus that goes along our street, so I ended up at the Churton Park Shops. We were to visit a dear friend who had recently moved to the Charles Fleming Retirement Village at Waikanae in the afternoon. There were hold ups, of course; we were supposed to leave by 12:30 pm and although I was ready JD was not.

It was wonderful to see another very old friend again, and see his “hotel”. The retirement village is like a hotel. Our friend is in the main building, not in one of the many villas there. He’s on the third floor (I think) and has a view of Kapiti Island. In the public areas there is a fountain, and many paintings.  Our friend has a unit with a living room, bedroom and ensuite bathroom.  There is a kitchenette – like in a motel unit. He gets a main meal each day, and his unit is serviced, with clean towels and dish washing.  There are many activities, including Catholic and Anglican services, and they’re all free to residents.  He can have friends or family to eat meals with him providing he gives the kitchen 24 hours’ notice. There seemed to be meeting rooms where perhaps you could have a birthday party, as long as it wasn’t too noisy!

Our friend also showed us through the main building with its manicured gardens, pétanque lawn and croquet lawn. There is a Te Reo Māori class, but it’s virtual, which I assume means it’s online using zoom. Perhaps he should teach Te Reo!  He plays the grand piano in the lounge. 

It’s all very nice and very civilized, with medical assistance on call, and a pool, of course, and a gym; but we saw no children or young people while we were there, although it was reasonably early in the afternoon when we went there. Apparently there’s a hospital and a dementia unit.

I wondered, again, about going outside: if you have your own home, or villa, you can put on a bathrobe and go outside and sit on a deck or under a tree;  our friend has to walk to the lift, and then go downstairs to go outside. I’m sure you’d want to be properly dressed for that.

It’s now Friday 29 August.

Someone from Access is due to come this afternoon to do some housework.  Access is now using a new ap to communicate, which does not work on my Android cell phone.  The good news is that I get an email each week advising me who will be coming and when (very welcome), but the bad news is that I cannot see the schedule.  Still, it’s always been difficult to communicate with Access, so on the whole it’s an improvement, but I wish I could see the schedule.

It seems very quiet today after all our activity (I had my Thursday singing session yesterday), and I’m really tired, but missing exciting things to do. Housework is not exciting! 

But there was a thrill: I had a phone call from my grandson in Taipei on Messenger! I spoke to him and his sister.  They start school again next Monday, on 1 September. Meanwhile we have been watching our granddaughter’s dancing videos – K-pop, I think! It’s very energetic, and JD casts it to the television set. They don’t seem at all traumatized by their visit to New Zealand, despite the cold!

Slava Ukraini! Ngā mihi nui.

Outside Weta Workshop

Today is Sunday 27 July, 2025. Kia ora!

Our loved ones from Taiwan visited for a few days at the beginning of July.  JD and I worked very hard to make them feel welcome, but unfortunately it was really, really cold while they were here.  For two days there was a heavy frost, although beautiful days afterwards; the rest of the time it rained heavily, and was still very cold, of course.

I did warn them it would be cold here!  It’s very hot in Taiwan – our son returned to 36C, but I think it was down to 3C here. The air is different, too. Everything’s different. For some reason our heating, which usually works well for us, was totally inadequate, although there is a strong heat pump downstairs and heaters in all the bedrooms. 

Our daughter-in-law and two children were due to arrive early on a Sunday afternoon, flying from Hong Kong to Auckland and then on to Wellington. But their flight from Hong Kong was delayed, and so they missed their connecting flight to Wellington. All day we were on tenterhooks as to when they would arrive.  An aunt of mine also died that day; I wasn’t particularly close to her, and they had a private family service (I and my cousins evidently didn’t qualify   as “close family”).  So it was telephone tag all day, with some confusion between New Zealand and Taiwanese time zones (they are 4 hours behind us here).

Our visitors are vegan, which makes it challenging to find good food. In Taiwan,  there are many vegan restaurants, serving beautiful food; there are very few here, although there are quite a few vegans, including another son of mine who was away at that time. He was very helpful, giving us a list of possible restaurants, some vegan cheese, and telling us about a dairy-free Tip Top ice cream – chocolate and honey comb. Yum!

The first night I had prepared a lentil dish with potatoes, peas and spinach and garlic and chillis, and a salad and some bread rolls.  There was plenty, so we had the leftovers the next night, along with roast kumara and pumpkin and corn on the cob. The first night we had fruit salad with ice cream; after that we served vegan trumpets and dairy-free miniature ice creams.

The next day, a Monday, my daughter in law was flying to Dunedin, while our son (her husband) was arriving soon afterwards. Meanwhile our other grandchildren came to visit, seeing that it was school holidays.

We walked up to the local park, which our Taiwanese grandchildren enjoyed; but it was really cold there, although it was sunny. I had to warn the children about crossing the busy road we live in, while remembering their safe and narrow streets around their home in Taipei.

The next day we took things quietly. In the afternoon we drove out to Ohiro Bay – our son wanted to walk to Red Rocks and see the seals.  We parked in the parking lot nearby, but it wasn’t easy to cross the stream: I think a recent storm had made crossing far more difficult than I remembered on our previous visit.  It looked rather dangerous to me, since there wasn’t even an obvious stepping stone arrangement, so JD and I stayed in the carpark, watching the sea and other visitors. JD bought coffee from a coffee cart nearby – much appreciated.

Then we drove to Miramar and to the Weta workshop. We were too late to join a guided visit, but we did have a good look at the shop.  Our relatives were keen to take gifts back to Taipei, so visiting gift shops was de rigueur. The children bought some modelling clay, which they later fashioned into shapes which had to be baked.

The next day we planned to go to the Southward Car Museum at Otaihanga.  We found a park (at Raumati, perhaps?) and a café that served vegan food, It was very popular, and we sat outside in the sunshine. JD and I shared a roll with pickle and haloumi cheese. There was soup too, and a variety of cakes. Afterwards we walked to the beach nearby.

The car museum was a great success – our grandson was very interested in the cars, as we were too. I showed them my parents’ first cars: a Morris 8 and a Ford Prefect.  I can still remember the smell inside. I was so ashamed until they bought a smarter Ford. We browsed the gift shop too. Then we called at the Waikanae New World – we kept running out of food!  Next we visited cousins who have a life-style block in Te Horo for afternoon tea.

That night my son fixed food for his children, while I think JD and I had organic baked bean toasted sandwiches.  The organic baked beans from Chantals are much nicer than other tinned baked beans!

The next day (Thursday) the weather was terrible. My daughter-in-law was due back from Dunedin, but there was a car problem – we couldn’t fit six of us in the car, and JD was the only legal driver. JD dropped my eldest son, my grandson and me off in Cuba St on his way to Wellington Airport. We visited a design shop, a graphic novel shop (not my usual haunt!) and Whitcoulls, before going back up Cuba St to meet the others and have lunch at Nolito. 

We were well looked after at Nolito, but I have to admit that I didn’t really enjoy the food there.   After that we met them at the Lego store in Willis St: I think JD drove me there while the others walked. We bought our grandson a birthday present for his eighth birthday! Afterwards, I caught a bus home, leaving the others to travel by car.  The bus was fine. I should have bought Snapper cards for our visitors, but I hadn’t done so.

That evening we had my lentil dish again, which I had prepared earlier – a spicy version and a non-spicy one. I also made another salad, although this time they didn’t seem interested in salads.

The next day the weather was awful again. We were to celebrate my grandson’s birthday, since his father was leaving the next day. I made the vegan fruit cake (I hadn’t made it for years, and I’d never cooked a cake in my new oven).  Again we had a transport problem. JD was going to drop me in Johnsonville, where I could get a bus into town – they go every 10 minutes. In his wisdom, he insisted on taking me to the Railway Station and dropping me off there. Although it’s a transport hub, it was a long way to the buses from where he dropped me off, so I set out to walk to The Old Quarter where we were to have lunch.

After walking in the rain for a while I gave in and took a bus to Manners Street, where I bought some cupcakes from the Sweet Release Café in case the cake I’d cooked didn’t turn out well. Then I met the others at The Old Quarter for lunch. It was really full there, and despite the awful weather, people kept coming in.

The food there was amazingly good – I really enjoyed it. They had vegan options as well as non-vegan food. I remember some delicious zucchini and corn fritters, a spicy sauce for dipping, and some yummy sticky rice.  There was some nice salad, too. It reminded me of Taipei, where a meal is often served on a tray with different items in wee dishes.

Then we walked along Courtenay Place to the Embassy Theatre, where we were to meet another nephew, and see the F1 movie.  It was not raining so heavily now, so our walk wasn’t too difficult. There was hardly anyone at the theatre!  It was nice to see the movie in a big family group. My grandson insisted on sitting between his grandfather (JD), and his cousin, although he is four years’ older. There was so much advertising, and popcorn, of course, but it was fun to see the lengthy movie.

I think we had takeaway pizzas from Hell Pizza that night. The ones with vegan cheese taste really nice, better in my view than their usual pizzas! One evening we had Indian takeaways: there’s an Indian takeaway in Newlands that serves lots of vegan food.

That was the Friday. On the Saturday our son was due to fly back to Taipei, catching a 6 am flight to Auckland to join his international flight there. He wanted to leave home by 4 am to check in before 5 am, so I set my alarm for 3:15 am!  We got to the Airport in good time; nothing much was open there, and although JD and I could have gone to the Air NZ Lounge, you had to go through Airport Security to get there. We did manage to get coffee and some fruit while we waited for his flight to take off.

That day our daughter in law and her children went to my son’s place in Newlands to visit: then they went to a dance class in town in the afternoon (they’d found it online). 

On Sunday morning I went to church; when JD picked me up afterwards, we all went into town to Te Papa, where we met the other cousins. We had lunch there – we were going to go to Sweet Release, but the weather was terrible, as usual, and one did not really feel like going there.  The café had vegan options. Afterwards we went for a walk outside down to the Wellington Museum. Sadly, the first floor with the Wahine exhibition was closed, but the hologram with Joanna Paul is still there upstairs!

The next day was the last day for our daughter in law and our two grandchildren.  We met their cousins at Porirua, going first to the North City shopping centre, and then to Kai Tahi for lunch – a wonderful food hall where there were hardly any people. Although they didn’t have vegan restaurants, it was quite possible to get vegan food there. I had a Banh Mi – a favourite of mine.

Afterwards we went to Aotea Lagoon and walked to the play area there. The children had a wonderful time. Our eldest granddaughter and her ten-year old cousin held hands. That evening our daughter in law cooked a beautiful pasta dish for dinner, and we went to bed early as they were to catch the 6 am flight to Auckland, as their father had done three days earlier.  Along the way, JD read stories to his grandson, as requested; I talked to my granddaughter about English Literature, although sadly my voice wasn’t great, I was so tired. But I will have attached some of my favourite extracts in a future blog.

I talked to her mainly about the works I had studied for my Masters degree in English Literature, where most writing was done in “blank verse” or iambic pentameter, with great knowledge of the classical myths. Shakespeare used blank verse to great effect in his plays. 

That’s it for now. Slava Ukraini! Ngā mihi nui.

Today is Tuesday 24 June, 2025. Kia ora!

I have been to several French Film Festival films recently, although the lineup hasn’t been as good as in recent years. Still, some of those I’ve seen have been very diverting and enjoyable, and I’m glad to have seen them. I’ve tried to fit them into my schedule by catching the #25 bus from Khandallah, and either walking to the Lighthouse Cinema in Wigan Street or switching to a #83 bus at Wellington Station to go to the Lighthouse Cinema in Petone.

It’s now Thursday 10 July.

We had a lovely visit from our family in Taiwan. It was very cold here, and very different from the atmosphere in Taiwan!  Suffice to say, lots of things happened, and I will write about them later.

Back to the French Film Festival.  This took place during June, and I tried to fit in as many movies as possible that I wanted to see.  I hope that some that I missed will come on general release in the cinemas.

The first one I saw was Loveboat, starring Daniel Auteuil.  I always like to see him in films, although he was being a bit of a villain here. Anyway, the film was very amusing and light hearted and, unusually for French movies, featured the heroine trying not to have sex with Auteuil.

After this I stayed at the Wigan St cinema to see The French Job.  This latter film I did not enjoy: there was lots of foul language.

Then I saw The Stolen Painting, being very interested in art and art thefts. Again, I was disappointed. I had ideas about seeing movies with JD at the weekend, but alarmingly they were mostly booked out. I saw Riviera Revenge, recommended by one of my cousins: again, I wasn’t really impressed. I saw The Thread, again with Auteuil: this time a legal drama, with a surprising twist, but not Auteuil at his best.  To see that film, I booked almost the last seat at the Wigan St cinema. I was told Bolero was good, but I had written it off, having seen so much of Ravel’s Bolero in Divertimento last year.

I did quite enjoy Three Friends, although someone had warned me off it. But I found it diverting, although frustrating at times. One of the women is really beautiful. I also saw Saint-Ex, a film which took me right back to his Vol de Nuit and my French 1 classes.  I can’t think of his night-flying without remembering Beethoven’s 7^th Symphony.  The film was quite remarkable, if it seemed a little unreal at times. Those tiny planes look so hazardous!

And that’s all I got to see. I did see Tarrac, which wasn’t part of the film festival, but was all in Irish Gaelic.  

In amongst all this we had the Matariki celebration. I am happy to say this means more to me each year. This time our Te Reo Māori group were following an official Matariki celebration booklet put out by the New Zealand Government, and I was to say the karakia for Waitā, the water of the ocean. There was a community morning tea which was delicious and was very well attended, with several more people coming than was expected, and some new attendees to the fortnightly Te Reo classes.

Yesterday afternoon I went to see the movie The Great Lillian Hall, about an aging actress who develops dementia, and somehow the cast and her longtime companion get her through a live performance of Chekhov’s Cherry Orchard. This was American, of course, but it reminded me of the remake of The Dresser with Antony Hopkins, and Sir Ian McKellen as his dresser. They’re trying to get him though a performance of Shakespeare’s King Lear, and I remember him saying “Have I done ‘Oh reason not the need’?  The film about Lillian Hall  was well reviewed, of course, but great reviews don’t necessarily make for great movies, in my book.

This morning JD and I went to see a film about Michelangelo at the Lighthouse Theatre in Pauatahanui.  It’s a lovely place to go to, and with the Transmission Gully highway we can get there really quickly.  Well, that was a very good movie, and covered most of Michelangelo’s great works.  I am very happy to say I have seen many of them, some more than once:  the Piéta in St Peter’s Basilica in Roma, and in Florence, and in Milan (the Rondanini Piéta); the statues in the Louvre, and his Bacchus (with the weird eyes).  What is his greatest achievement? The David, now in the Accademia, perhaps, or one of the Piétas?  Then again there is the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, and his painting of The Last Judgment.  All sources of amazement. Once home I got out my book about Michelangelo, which I got as part of a prize for being the top student in Renaissance studies for my Master of Arts degree in English.

After the movie we went to the café up the road to share a pizza and a chocolate éclair.

Last Saturday (19 July) we went to a performance of Fauré’s Requiem (and the Vierne Requiem) at St Mary’s Cathedral in Boulcott St, sung by the Bach Choir, with Douglas Mews at the organ.  At the same time there was a performance of Handel’s Messiah at St James Anglican Church in Lower Hutt, sung by the Festival Singers and the choir of St Mary’s with Jonathan Berkahn playing the organ. Needless to say, I would love to have gone to both concerts. I knew several people singing in the Messiah, but JD had a hankering to go to St Mary’s again. Unfortunately we forgot to take cushions! The pews there are rather uncomfortable, although the footrests (kneelers?) are appreciated. Anyway, it was a beautiful concert, although JD found the organ playing in the Vierne uncomfortably loud. But the Bach choir sang the Fauré beautifully, even better than the Brahms Requiem in the last concert we went to there. Sadly I managed to cough during the Pié Jesu solo – I think I swallowed some saliva in a rather strange way. Thankfully I’d brought some cough pastilles with me and I had one left.

We had great trouble finding somewhere to park. JD had suggested having lunch in town beforehand, but we were too late for that. We drove down Boulcott St hoping to park there, but ended up driving around and around as the minutes ticked by. Finally we found a parking space up on the Terrace, and walked down to St Mary’s, arriving just in time.

The next day (Sunday) I went to a discussion at the church of the movie Conclave. JD and I had both seen the film and read Robert Harris’ excellent book, as well as watching the Pope Francis’ recent funeral. There were about a dozen people at this discussion, including several non-parishioners. I compared this ceremony to King Charles III’s coronation, where both men and women (and the Royal children) were all part of the centuries-old ceremony. Who can forget Penny Mordaunt holding the sword? Or a Scottish churchman giving King Charles the most precious possession, a Bible. Unlike the very secretive Conclave ritual, that of the Coronation, while scripted, was a very public ceremony. I did feel when I saw the movie that it was stripped of the book’s spirituality, and another parishioner agreed with this view.

It’s now Sunday 27 July.

Our church is meeting in the Hall rather than the Church at present (it’s supposedly warmer there and easier to heat), and we’re supposed to enjoy a hot drink and something to eat while we worship.  It’s a bit frustrating to be expected to bring a plate of food to share!  As it’s only 10 am, one feels one should bring savoury food. Anyway, I’ve not long had breakfast, and my first cup of coffee, and I still feel strange about combining food and drink with worship. Nevertheless, I do as I’m told and dutifully bring a plate (with food on it).

Last week was quite busy. On Tuesday morning we looked at Luke 11 where Jesus teaches his disciples the Lord’s Prayer.  This comes up in Matthew 6 too, where it is very similar.  For a long time the injunction ”Lead us not into temptation” was part of it, then it became “Save us from the time of trial” or something similar. I remember a dear friend of mine explaining that a God who loves us cannot lead us into temptation.  I looked up the actual Greek text, and it is far more nuanced.  The verb is aorist and subjunctive, which is missing in translation which renders it as a command. The subjunctive expresses something that might happen; perhaps would that it may not happen. I think the sense is for the Lord to protect us from being put to the test (and perhaps be tempted to deny Him?) What a wonderful mood the subjunctive is, in both Latin and Greek.

On Wednesday morning there was hymn singing followed by Te Reo Māori, where we began to learn about the poi. It’s hard to swing it correctly, although it looks so easy. Many of us managed to hit ourselves.

On Thursday morning it was singing in the Khandallah Town Hall, where there was a great turnout.  It’s been really cold the past week with severe frosts in the morning followed by fine sunny days, before the temperature drops again. It’s lovely to have fine days, but they come with very cold evenings, nights and mornings.

On Friday morning there was a funeral service for the daughter of a friend of mine, who died from the return of her cancer a few days ago.  I went to that, and although I was 20 minutes early, there were already a great many people there. The service did not finish till well after 12 noon, and I slipped away to get home as I had someone from Access coming at 12:30.  Usually she comes around 3 pm, but today for some reason she was scheduled to come at 12:30. I did manage to get home before she came, but I missed having refreshments in the church hall after the service. It was nice to go to a Christian funeral.

The sermon this morning was about prayer, as was the Tamariki time. We are reminded that if don’t know how to pray, we can say the Lord’s prayer, which covers all bases. The woman who did Prayers for Others also spoke beautifully. I guess we’re all thinking of the dreadful pictures of emaciated children in Gaza. We also remember how special children are to the Lord.

That’s it for now. I’m looking forward to going to another concert on Friday week with the NZSO playing music by Stravinsky, Dukas and Mussorgsky; also to Verdi’s Masked Ball. What a treat! 

The wars in Ukraine and Gaza drag on, seemingly with President Putin of Russia and Prime Minister Netanyahu being prepared to sacrifice hundreds of lives, including children and other civilians, to wars with seemingly impossible endings. What tragedies. Meanwhile, we can pray. Slava Ukraini!

I will write about the visit of some of our loved ones in my next blog. Ngā mihi nui.

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The classic view of the beginning of Zealandia

It’s now Sunday 11 May, 2025. Kia ora!

In another eventful week, America won the Conclave!!! Well, there’s a new Pope, and he’s an American from Chicago, who went to Villa Nova University, although he spent a lot of time in Peru.  MAGA folk are a bit upset that he’s too woke (whatever that means), and a liberal squish.  Well, nonetheless, many Americans are over the moon. He was elected quite quickly, so the media will have to find something else to obsess over.  He initially spoke to the crowd assembled outside the Vatican in Spanish and Latin, but not English! After wishing them peace.

There’s conflict between India and Pakistan. I guess that’s not very exciting to us here; may it die down quickly and not blow up into something bigger.

On Thursday one of my granddaughters had her 10^th birthday. Last year we flew to Taipei on her birthday: this year we were here, and celebrated by having fish and chips and Nasi Goreng for dinner with her, and birthday cake and ice cream to follow. What a thrill.

We visited her room. What a lot of soft toys!  I understand better why people are upset by Donny “Two Dolls”: I was quite sympathetic to him; in my day, I had one precious doll!  Or not 30, at any rate. But seeing my granddaughter’s bedroom, I think my parents should have been quite ashamed (if they were still alive, that is).

Last Friday evening we went to another amazing concert. The weather wasn’t great, but thankfully we managed to get a parking space not too far from the Michael Fowler Centre. We’d decided to just have a snack beforehand- we’d eat afterwards.  It was drizzling with rain when we got into town, but we didn’t get very wet.

In the MFC it was another story. The seating is very cramped, so I ended up holding my raincoat as well as the jacket I’d worn: it was quite warm in there. In the first half the NZSO conducted by Masaaki Suzuki played Bach’s Orchestral Suite No. 3, featuring the beautiful Air on the G string as its second movement.  The starts were a little ragged: one felt that perhaps they should have had another rehearsal; and then they played Mozart’s Symphony 25, composed when he was just 17 years old.

Despite the intensely beautiful music, I was quite uncomfortable, being packed in so closely together:  the unpleasant smells of what everyone had eaten rather got to me. I found myself thinking that I wouldn’t be so keen to do this again.

During the 20 minute interval I left my jacket and raincoat with JD, and went to find the restroom. There was a very long queue: from the ground floor to halfway up the stairs to the first floor.  The next half of the concert was to be Beethoven’s Eroica Symphony, and I didn’t want to be uncomfortable.  By the time I’d reached the ground floor, there was 10 minutes to go. That should have been plenty of time!  Eventually I got there – there’s a really narrow entrance to the rest room, which made it tricky to navigate. Despite repeated announcements (3 minutes to go), I achieved my objective, and hurried upstairs to find JD.  There were still many people who hadn’t taken their seats, and we hurried through them.

In the second half, I swapped seats with JD, and although my view was worse, the smells were far less and I was more comfortable. The playing of the Beethoven was superbly controlled, and I found myself hoping it would never stop.  The coughs between movements were a bit upsetting, but thankfully no one clapped until the end. What a treat!

Afterwards we made our way outside, where it was raining very heavily. We were glad it hadn’t rained like this before the concert. We made our way back to the car, and drove to New World in Thorndon. Thankfully they were still open – just for us, perhaps! Several shoppers came in after us. We bought a couple of quiches, and some ice cream, and hurried home to get changed out of our wet clothes, heat the quiches and eat them.

Like the week before, atrocious weather on Friday was followed by a beautiful Saturday, that was fine and sunny. In the afternoon, after football, we took our granddaughter and her brother to Zealandia. It was lovely there– we saw lots of birds, though we did not manage to see any tuatara. We walked up the Beech Track to the Suspension Bridge and then the Upper Dam lookout – I had not been up here before. So that was fun, and new. Then we made our way back to the Visitor Centre, just getting there by 4:30 pm, as required. On our way back we saw lots of birds – kea and suchlike, who were quite aggressive – it seemed to be near their dinnertime. There were notices asking us not to alarm the birds – actually, we found the ones swooping around quite scary to us!

Back at the shop our granddaughter chose some merino gloves to buy.

It’s now Tuesday 20 May.

Last week we drove to Hawkes Bay for the weekend. It was about six months since we’d last been there: our daughter was supposed to come to Wellington for a weekend, but for various reasons that did not happen. We had committed to be there by 4 pm, which meant being slightly more rushed than usual.

We stopped at the Hilltop shopping centre for lunch. We’ve been to the pub there for lunch a couple of times, but we did not have time to wait for something to be cooked. Instead we went to the café there. It was very busy, and none too clean, but we had club sandwiches and coffee and that was fine. Afterwards I used the restroom at the hotel, which had an unpleasant odour of cooking fat.

We got up to Poraiti just after 4 pm; after the meeting we drove back to Havelock North to check into our motel, and buy some ice cream and fizzy drink to have with dinner. Then we drove back to Poraiti, and went to dinner at a neighbouring house to where our daughter lives. We had a beautiful dinner!  And saw our daughter, of course.

We were very tired that night, and it was very cold in the Bay. The next day was beautifully fine and warm however. We took our daughter to a café for lunch, after visiting the antique shop in Tennyson Street. Then we went to the park at Pirimai for a swing. There was a lovely Dad there with his daughter and three little boys. That evening was to be the Hohepa Ball, so we dropped her back at her house and went back to our motel to shower and get dressed up.

The Ball was in Hastings, at a venue we haven’t been to before, but it was a good venue, with an outside area too. It was a cold night, and it was good to be warned about this. I was glad to have bought a warm sparkly jacket, which I’ve also worn to concerts. It was pretty loud there, but the Hohepa people enjoyed it, and it was great to meet up with old friends and staff members.

That night it wasn’t so cold, and we were better prepared for being cold at night, with warm clothes and jackets to hand.

Sunday dawned overcast, and not quite so warm and sunny. I went to the Presbyterian Church in Havelock North (St Columba’s) and received a warm welcome there.

Afterwards we picked our daughter up again, and had lunch at the lovely Adoro Café.  After that we went to the museum, where one of the ladies on the desk knew our daughter.  The earthquake section was closed, but the rest of it was really interesting.

That evening we retreated to Alessandro’s in Havelock North for dinner, where we shared a pizza, and tiramisu to follow. Then we spent a final night at our motel before driving back to Wellington. On Monday morning we went to the Hohepa Shop at Clive, where I bought Danbo cheese, and more deodorant and some apricot jam.  We drove safely back to Wellington, where it is noticeably colder. Fortunately we remembered to turn on the heat pump when we stopped in Shannon, so the house was slightly warmed when we got home.

It’s now Saturday 31 May

This morning we went shopping, and there were no raspberries! They’ve been rather good lately. Yesterday I saw a movie, The Salt Path, with a friend of mine. It’s a very well-acted and thought-provoking movie, with lead actors Gillian Anderson (not at all a usual role for her) and Jason Isaacs (who apparently was in The White Lotus in Season 3).  It’s based on a true story, and Ray was recently interviewed on RNZ National’s Saturday morning programme. You can listen to the podcast, it’s only about 20 minutes long. There’ve been rave reviews in the Guardian newspaper too.  Here’s a link: https://www.theguardian.com/film/2025/may/30/gillian-anderson-jason-isaacs-the-salt-path-raynor-winn

This true story seems really strange. Firstly, why didn’t Moth and Ray have friends who would take care of them? Why didn’t their children care more? Were their mobile phones on some kind of plan, or pre-loaded with a certain amount of cash? Did they store and keep any of their goods? Did they have a car? And if not, why not?  From the beginning Moth is clearly limping, dragging one leg as he goes.

As they hike, one is aware of the beautiful scenery wherever they go, and yet one marvels at the apparent lack of camping facilities such as convenience blocks, huts/shelters, and community kitchens. Perhaps they avoided them to save money. Living on £40 per week for food would be quite a challenge. And one wonders at the lack of green, or any, vegetables, or fruit. One aspect Ray said that wasn’t brought out in the film was their extreme hunger.

Then there are the physical privations. Did they carry toilet paper with them? How did they wash their clothes? Themselves? Ray looked as though a bit of shampoo or moisturiser wouldn’t go amiss.  Still, they’re very resourceful and are truly a team.  There are odd acts of kindness, but sadly, not far more. Even their so-called friend Polly seems unkind.

Ray and Moth are in their 50’s at this stage, so the need to pee during the night does not seem to afflict them.  Moth snores loudly, but doesn’t seem to need to pee. Anyway, full credit to them! He reads Beowulf, while Ray keeps a diary. And they continued to hike, free from commitments and bills.  There’s no rush, while one suspects that in July-August the weather is getting colder.

And what about dental care? Medical care?  Presumably they didn’t get sick during this adventure. Thankfully, this walk is the first of other such adventures, and presumably they’re better equipped for future hikes? It did look uncomfortable, and very steep and stony in places, but then the scenery is something else.

(Later note: doubts have been cast on the veracity of Ray’s memoir, and indeed of this story. Evidently there was stealing and fraud involved too. There are neurological questions about Moth’s disease, said to be CBD. My questions seem more relevant than ever. )

Lately we’ve been watching Funny Woman on Neon, Series 1 and 2, starring Gemma Arterton. I always admired Gemma Arterton, but this comedy show displays her acting skills at a new level. And what a reminder of 1960’s London, with this very attractive girl from Blackpool, and wonderful songs of the likes of Cilla Black, Sandie Shaw, Petula Clark and others.

That’s it for now. Slava Ukraini! Nga mihi nui.

It’s now Sunday 27 April, 2025. Kia ora!

“Who am I to judge?”

Last night we watched the BBC version of the Pope’s funeral.  It was very moving, but less hushedly reverential than American versions. How impressive it was!  The coffin was a plain wooden box, with no flowers, no adornment, not even handles. The pallbearers (14) carried it on some sort of float, not a trolley (after the service). It must have been quite heavy.  It’s reported that there were 400,000 people attending the Mass. It was a beautifully fine day with a slight breeze. I wondered how the cardinals kept their “skullcaps” on, since they mostly had very little hair and so could not use hatpins.  Actually they’re called zucchetto.  Perhaps they used glue to keep them on.

This funeral really reflected the humility of Pope Francis in many ways. One of them was that the trésor of the Catholic church was not evident and not used. I remember visits to churches in 2010 when one would pay extra € to go downstairs and see the treasure: richly jewelled emblems of church insignia. Instead there was an icon of the Mary and child – an eastern relic, not a famous Renaissance painting (of which there are many).  On our 2010 visit I tried to catalogue the different styles of Madonna and Child paintings.

The only drawback was the comments rolling throughout the broadcast. I tried not to look at them – some were very disrespectful. Come on, people! 

There were many senior Catholic clerics, many of them very finely adorned, but not all wore splendid robes. I have to say there were very few women, and not many nuns even, there. I do find the bishops’ tall white hats (mitres) slightly ridiculous. Never mind. Most people like to dress up.

Later in the Basilica there were children and even a baby in a pram.

The concelebrated Requiem Mass was held outside. Everyone was impeccably well behaved. I thought of the well-managed British celebrations – the late Queen’s platinum jubilee, her funeral, and her son’s coronation, which had horses sometimes (rarely) behaving badly, but this was superb too.  

The music was amazingly good and the sound recording excellent. The mass was mostly sung apart from the homily, which was spoken in Italian, a beautiful language to listen to.  It voiced many of Pope Francis’ beliefs, including one that no one wins in a war – build bridges, not walls, he would say.

It was interesting to see world leaders (not Netanyahu) relegated to not being the centre of attention.  There was a loud clap as President Zelensky arrived. During the sign of peace, Trump did his strange handshake on President Macron, almost ripping his arm off. But even he was well-behaved, although mercifully we didn’t see much of him. Apparently he was really looking forward to the Pope’s funeral (as you don’t). Apparently he slept through parts of it, and had to be prompted to offer the sign of peace. That shows how often he goes to church!

Afterwards we were shown a photo of Trump and Zelensky talking in St Peter’s Basilica. Apparently this took place before the Pope’s funeral.  Evidently Trump now believes that Putin has been stringing him along, and shouldn’t have dropped missiles on Kiev. Actually it’s not Zelensky’s fault! Fancy that!

The distribution of the Eucharist was very efficient, for such a large crowd. Unusually, anyone was invited to take part – you didn’t have to be a Catholic.

After the funeral mass there were representatives from the Orthodox Church who gave a blessing.  They have a different liturgy, but Francis was their pope, too. They were included in the service. Some of them were even more ornate!

After the Requiem Mass, the funeral was taken inside the Basilica where close family went in for a few minutes.  I am so glad that I’ve been there – twice!  It is huge, and magnificent. 

All these events seem very significant, seeing as I’ve just finished reading Conclave by Robert Harris (a very fine book), and we’ve just had Easter. It seemed so appropriate that the Pope held on despite severe illness to just after Easter Sunday; or, alternatively, that God didn’t take him until after Easter. It’s also significant that we were in Rome at the end of November last year, and we visited the Sistine chapel, where the next Conclave will be held.

Next the coffin was driven through Rome, in what they call the Pope-mobile, to the Basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore: past the Colosseum, to quite near the Termini Railway Station. Crowds of people lined the route all the way there. I am ashamed to say that we haven’t visited this church. But there are many famous churches in Rome, and we have visited several of them: one of the most famous is the Pantheon, but we’ve also been to Santa Maria Victoria, with the famous Bernini sculpture of St Teresa’s Ecstasy, and the church of St Ignatius Loyola; also the famous church in the Piazza del Populo with the Caravaggio frescoes. Actually there are two famous churches there. Really all of Rome is a monument, and whatever you choose to see, you’ll inevitably be missing out on some other things.

In this magnificent Basilica there were flowers: children laid them at the base of the altar.  This burial was a much more humble occasion, from what we could see of it.

Last Friday was Anzac Day.  I must admit there seemed to be less fuss than usual, coming as it did right after Easter. We went to New World in Thorndon on the Saturday afterwards, and although we saw posters for the RSA’s Cranzac (Anzac biscuits with cranberries) biscuits, we did not see the biscuits themselves. In my opinion, why would you add anything to an already delicious Anzac biscuit?  Although I have to admit that JD buys them with chocolate icing, and that’s delicious too.

On Friday afternoon my cleaning lady from Access came, back from her trip home to Columbia!  How lovely it was to see her again. She’s an efficient cleaner, and always mops the wooden entrance area to our house, which I appreciate. How glad I am to have her back. She remembers where everything is and what to do here.

It’s now Saturday 3 May.

It’s been quite an eventful week, with lots of changes. I went to Tai Chi on Monday, and Bible Study on Tuesday. Then I caught a bus into town and walked to Takina, the new conference centre, to go to Ticketek and get tickets for a concert next Friday evening. I have wrestled with Ticketmaster online, but it’s nicer, and cheaper, if way more trouble, to buy the tickets in person. The concert we’re going to is the NZSO conducted by Susuki, playing Bach, Mozart and Beethoven – my favourite composers!

After that I walked to Kaffee Eis in Cuba St to have lunch, and then to the Lighthouse Cinema in Wigan Street to see the Cillian Murphy movie, Small Things Like These. It’s a slow-moving movie, but a touching story, beautifully acted by Murphy, with not too much about the Catholic nuns being unkind to pregnant girls. That, of course, forms the back drop, but it didn’t dominate. It was a fine day, so good to do lots of walking.

The next day the weather was dreadful – the beginning of the big storm. Hymn singing was cancelled but the Te Reo class was still on.  I talked to someone afterwards and thus missed a bus, and asked JD to pick me up, since it was cold and raining. On our way we saw several trees blown down.

On Thursday morning my singing session restarted. Although the weather was atrocious, there was a good turnout with three new people!  I had gone out to get the newspaper early in the morning, and while it was calm in the master bedroom, it was pretty wild outside. It was very windy indeed in Ganges Road.

My cousin had booked to fly up from Christchurch for a Floral Art Conference to be held at Takina.  The plan was to meet her at the airport, take her to her hotel to check in, and chill out somewhere (where, exactly?) before having dinner at Ortega Fish Shack in Majoribanks Street. None of us had been there, but we’d had good reports from one of my sons and from her granddaughter. But the storm, with severe winds, meant that her flight was cancelled. So there was great uncertainty over her re-booking, and what to do about the dinner reservation.  It meant my grandson could come over on Thursday afternoon after all – in the event he did not come. JD and I decided to move the dinner reservation to Friday evening – this meant it was for 7:30, not 6:30 pm.

It ended up that my cousin was to fly up early on Saturday morning; meanwhile, I confirmed the dinner reservation at Ortega for JD and myself for Friday evening, but sadly we could not come earlier.  So we went out on Friday night: it was dark, and the weather was awful, being cold and windy although the rain held off.  Parking was a dreadful problem!  All out usual haunts didn’t work: they were either bike lanes, closed off by cones, or Residents’ Parking Only or Coupon Parking. In desperation, we parked some way down Kent Terrace, and walked back to Majoribanks Street.  We shivered as we waited to cross roads at controlled crossings.

Ortega was lovely, although it’s quite small and pretty noisy. We were warmly welcomed, although I have to confess that it was very dark and I had trouble reading the menu. The drinks were delicious: I had a Bellini, and JD a glass of Prosecco, and a glass of Chardonnay.  I had smoked warehou rillettes, and JD a baguette with butter – we shared these, and they were delicious, too. Then I had schnapper and he had terakihi for our main courses.  For dessert we shared crêpes with an orange and caramel sauce and vanilla ice cream. It was very rich, and we were glad we’d decided to share.  Afterwards it was surprisingly late, and we headed out into the cold back to the car. We should have left it in Johnsonville and caught a bus!

The next morning we were due to meet my cousin at the airport at 8:10 am!  I set the alarm on my phone for 6:10 am, figuring we should leave by 7:30 am. To my relief, JD was awake, and the newspaper was in the driveway. But my main surprise was that it was fine and much warmer! A beautiful day. We had a good run to the airport (25 minutes!) and were there in plenty of time to meet her. Then we drove to Takina, found a carpark nearby, and enjoyed morning tea together: oat lattés, cheese scones, and a delicious banana bread with hokey-pokey butter. We couldn’t eat it all, so brought some home afterwards. After a good chat, we delivered my cousin to her conference and came home and had a rest before going out again to do our weekly shop. This time JD did buy a packet of Cranzac biscuits: it’s $8 for a pack of 5!! We each had one after lunch, and they’re not even crisp!  How disappointing.

That’s it for now!  Many of us are looking forward to the French Film Festival, coming in June. Let’s hope there are some great movies! There’s been a dearth of good movies lately.  Slava Ukraini! Ngā mihi nui.

Pope Francis dies at 88 years of age

It’s now Friday 16^th April, 2025. Kia ora!

It’s been quite a while since I last blogged. I’m unwilling to comment on US politics, or any politics much, so that doesn’t leave a great deal to write about! But I will say, with relief, that New Zealand’s infamous Treaty Principles Bill was voted down at its second reading. Hopefully that’s the end of it.

Last week turned out to be a busy one, as sometimes happens. I went to Tai chi on Monday and Bible Study on Tuesday morning, then saw a dear friend on Tuesday afternoon. It was so good, talking to her and her husband, to have a more “high brow” conversation.  I did enjoy it.

On Wednesday morning I went to hymn singing, but I didn’t go on to a movie after that – I didn’t really feel up to it, or enthused by the choice of movies on offer.

On Thursday it was the final Thursday singing session for Term 1. For some reason, they’ve gone away from having catered lunches and we were all asked to bring some food to share.  I agonized, of course, over what to bring – whether to buy something like a slice or mini-biscuits from the supermarket (they’re quite expensive), or enlist JD in making my go-to solution – asparagus rolls. In the end, the rolls won out: I figured I could take a small plate to singing, and keep a plate here for the grandchildren who were due to come that afternoon.  JD was dispatched to buy white sandwich bread, and he did, at least it was labelled as such, but seemed as though there’d been a healthy addition of whole meal flour, and it was not sliced very thinly.

Still, the asparagus rolls were a success, although I had a contretemps with the microwave when softening the butter. Fifteen seconds meant it was melted, not softened. So I tried ten seconds, and it was barely softened. Five seconds more, and it was still quite firm. I had though half an hour would be plenty of time, but was glad we’d started early, as it took longer than expected.  Still, the rolls were well received, being easy to eat, and not messy; they don’t need heating either. In the event, there was way too much food, and some obviously store-bought. In these situations it would be helpful to have an indication as to whether to bring sweet or savoury food, or even cheese, crackers and fruit.

On Friday someone whom I hadn’t met before was supposed to come and do some cleaning, and I was ready for them too, but Access rang and said they had so much sickness that they couldn’t send anyone.  A reprieve!  That seems sad, but I dislike having someone in the house whom I haven’t met before, and showing him or her where everything is.

On Saturday there was a singing workshop, For Singing’s Sake, at Queen Margaret College.  This was due to start at 10 am. I’d offered a friend in Khandallah a lift, forgetting JD had to be in Days Bay by 11 am. In the event it all worked out fine. I prepared a small flask of espresso coffee, as I’ve done before, and a sandwich and crackers.  We were supposed to wear green and white, and of course I agonized over what to wear: how cold would it be in the hall?  I wore dark green corduroy trousers, with a white linen short and a light green top (which I later removed). It was a beautifully fine, sunny day, but it can be cool out of the sun.

The workshop was very enjoyable, with seven choirs, about 200 singers, and three choir leaders: our Andrea Robinson, Susie Hardie, and of course the enthusiastic Lala Simpson.  We were seated in the hall –  quite close together.

We learnt three songs together, during the morning, and then after a lunch break practiced as individual choirs to sing two songs during the afternoon’s concert. There was a good turn out from the Khandallah folk, and I think we sang well.  It’s good to make a good sound, which I fear some groups did not. Afterwards my friend’s husband brought us both home.  That evening I had a slight sore throat, and I hoped nothing would come of it.

The next day, Sunday, I was to do the Palm Sunday reading, from Luke’s Gospel, chapter 19 verses 28 – 40. There is no mention of palms! Instead, the disciples throw their cloaks on the ground. I wore a purple velvet cloak that I had worn as part of my going-away outfit (yes, back in the day women wore going-away outfits!), but I didn’t really want anyone to walk on it! I checked and purple is an appropriate colour for Lent or Advent.

The minister highlighted the contrast between Jesus’ entry into Jerusalem, and a Roman military parade where a successful general would be allowed a parade in Rome, to much acclamation. Jesus’ parade was a much more humble one.

Again it was a beautiful day, and I persuaded JD to have lunch at Days Bay, where we could watch the harbour in the glorious sunlight.  We were going to go to Sea Salt, a favourite of ours, but just eat off the children’s menu and not have cocktails, coffee or dessert.  But when we got there, and found somewhere to park, it was not open – it’s under New Management, with a New Menu. That’s a shame, I rather liked the old menu. So we had lunch at the Chocolate Dayz Café nearby, and although it was around 1:30 pm their kitchen was closed!  We had Turkish pies, which they reheated, with salad, and shared a mixed berry and custard tart – this was delicious, but I did not enjoy the pie, or the coffee.

Afterwards we went shopping at New World in Thorndon, and I started to feel very unwell.  And so my cold developed, and I apologized, one by one, for all the activities I was going to do during the week.

On Monday I was taking things quietly, between having a very runny nose, when suddenly the power went off. There had been no warning of this. Evidently a transformer not far away had caught on fire, and this caused an electricity outage for many hours.  Two of our grandchildren were to come over at 1: 30 pm, so I asked their father by text if he knew what was going on.  We had no internet connection, and no hot water – we have gas Infinity hot water, but the meters are powered by electricity. He said the fault was caused by a fire in Churton Park; at that stage 1146 houses were affected,  and the power was due to come on again at 2:40 pm. So we made sandwiches for lunch, and our grandchildren did some lovely drawing. This resulted in looking at some of our art books.  When our son came to pick up his children, we got another update: the fire – a transformer – was nearby, and our power was not to be restored until 11:30 that night!  Now 146 houses were affected.

Thankfully it was no cold.  JD and I drove to Khandallah to have hot coffee and hot cross buns, toasted, since we couldn’t do that at home.  It being a Monday, there were few cafés open, and it was dangerously close to their closing time –  4pm or earlier. We had already decided to have takeaways that evening – Johnsonville was not affected by the outage.

When we got home, I searched for candles and matches, while we still had daylight.  Then I continued to read my book, Conclave, while it was light enough to do so.  Thankfully I had my kindle, so I would be able to read from that in the dark. By 6 pm it was dark, and all the candles were let. They did not generate much light, and one would have to be careful not to knock one over. I was very cautious about making sure that each candle had somewhere for the molten wax to go.

We had takeaways for dinner, and some pudding: we shared an apple pie JD had bought in Khandallah, and had some melting ice cream with it. It was terribly dark, and still early!  I had managed to get our gas heater going, so we had some heating. I went to bed early, and did go to sleep, in spite of not having access to my podcasts or audio books. I woke up at 11:35, and the power was still not on, but it came on a few minutes later.  Thankfully I’d turned off the lights in the master bedroom. I looked at the local news – there was no talk of the outage!  But it was great to have Wi-Fi working again! I think I could handle a planned outage much better. This was quite challenging.

Although I’d felt better on Monday, Tuesday was not a good day.  I took things very quietly, but I finished reading Conclave. It’s a great novel, actually. Robert Harris makes Lomeli a very sympathetic character, in my view. I was glad I’d read the book. I enjoyed reading it.

On Wednesday, as indicated, I sent apologies for most activities. The fortnightly Te Reo class was cancelled too – the teacher had a cold!  That was disappointing – I was looking forward to reviewing Easter and Anzac Day, which mean so much in Māori.

It’s now Tuesday 22 April.

I missed most of the Holy Week activities because of my cold. Thankfully it has remained a head cold, but I don’t want to pass it on and I do want to recover.  I missed the Maundy Thursday service, and the Good Friday service and the Pilgrimage of the Cross. However I did take part in these activities last year. I’ve done a lot of listening to Bach’s St Matthew Passion – I’ve found a really good recording, and I know the work almost as well as I know Handel’s Messiah.  I did go to church on Easter Sunday.  However it’s been a rather gloomy and lonely time, with no movies that I really want to see.  The weather’s been weird here: it was really hot on Sunday, although raining off and on. It’s now cooler.

Yesterday we went up the road to our local supermarket. We set out to walk, but went back to get the car as it threatened to rain much harder.  The store was evidently trying to catch up after being closed on Good Friday and Easter Sunday – there were large gaps in the shelves.

The big news that came through yesterday was the death of Pope Francis.  Evidently he’d seen Vice President J.D. Vance briefly beforehand. However we are mostly, if not all, moved by the death of this extraordinary Pope, who was a Jesuit and Argentinian.  He certainly made his mark with his advocating of kindness. As Tim Miller pointed out, he was always smiling.  Despite his recent severe illness, he took part in Easter celebrations at St Peter’s Basilica, and gave the Urbi et Orbe blessing. What a fine note to bow out on.

As it happens, I’ve just finished reading Conclave by Robert Harris, so I’m well briefed on (and slightly more sympathetic to) the procedure for the Conclave – the election of the new Pope.

Yesterday we had another power cut. JD and I returned home from the shops, and he couldn’t open the garage door (i.e. his garage door opener didn’t work). He told the workmen, who evidently didn’t realise the power was out. I came on again after about 30 minutes. Earlier that day I had walked with JD up the road where a generator grunts away giving us power, while workmen work to replace the transformer that caught on fire. Civilisation hangs by such a thread.

Easter Holy Week fell on the same date for the Catholic Church and the Orthodox church, which is evidently unusual.  On Palm Sunday there was a Russian drone strike on Sumy, a Ukrainian town, killing several civilians.  Putin declared a 48 hour cease fire over Easter weekend, but the Ukrainians advise that this was broken.  It seems that the US may give up Trump’s promise to end

the war right away on his election. Slava Ukraini! That’s it for now. Ngā mihi nui.

Apologies for a few typos in this blog.  For some reason WordPress will not let me fix them.

Sunrise, Claude Monet

Boulevard des Capucines, Claude Monet

Today is Sunday 16 March, 2025. Kia ora!

This morning I woke up to a beautiful photo of my latest granddaughter in the UK. She’s now 8 months old. What a lovely, happy baby she is. I’m sure she’ll be correcting her brainy parents as soon as she can speak!  Last night we spoke to our grandson in Taipei.  He’s beautiful, too, of course, and he enhanced his image with a lot of Tiktok filters (I assume).  What a blessing grandchildren are!

It’s been an interesting time, needless to say.  Much of it has been expected; but there’s been far more than was promised in the US.  Meanwhile, we’re glad not to be there, although Winston Peters has announced a war on woke, whatever that is.

On the home front, the weather’s been mixed. Some days have been warm and fine (up to 23C!) although it always gets cold at night. There’ve been some cold snaps too, when one gets a jersey out.

The season of Lent rolls on. There was a Shrove Tuesday celebration at my church, which I did not attend (the weather was awful!) but I went to my first Ash Wednesday service the following day. It was an ecumenical service at St Mary’s Cathedral in Boulcott Street. It was a lovely service, although I doubt it that’s the appropriate word to use as we recall death and its meaning.  The church was almost full! I lined up to get the ashes on my forehead, too, and caught a bus home afterwards. Being autumn, it was still daylight. I was pleased that I went.

Last Friday I went to see the movie Tinā with a friend of mine. I had watched the trailer, and although I knew it was sad I thought the sadness was just at the beginning. Silly me! It had many sad, as well as joyful moments. I was profoundly moved by it: I remembered a lovely Samoan lady in the Manners Street branch of the National Bank (years ago) who always had a flower in her hair, behind one ear; I was reminded of the dreadful big earthquake in Christchurch: we were in Invercargill at the time, and did feel some shaking: we had just been through Christchurch the night before!  We flew home from Dunedin, and so did not return to Christchurch at that time. We were shocked by the devastation, and the hundreds of deaths.  I was very relieved that my cousin and her whanau were all alright, although their homes had sustained some damage. There was significant disruption for years afterwards that was visible every time I visited.

This was another religious film (after Conclave): the heroine belonged to a Samoan Catholic Church, and taught at a Catholic secondary school – for supposedly privileged youngsters whose parents could afford the fees.  I was especially moved by the beautiful singing, from Dave Dobbyn’s Welcome Home, to Nearer my God, to Thee, to When Peace like a River || Attendeth my way. Fortunately in a dark movie theatre you can cry quite discreetly.

Watching television at home has been another challenge, now that we’ve finished watching Vera (again!) and The Spoils of War on You Tube. We watched an episode of Apple Cider Vinegar, and an episode of Zero Day (even Robert de Niro can’t rescue this series for me), and of course Season 3 of The White Lotus. I don’t like TWL, and I’m determined not to advocate for that kind of holiday, but one has to watch it to know what all the never-ending publicity’s about.

We’ve been watching the series on TVNZ about the Lockerbie bombing, The Search for Truth, starring Colin Firth as Jim Swire. Last night we watched two episodes of The Pitt on Neon TV. Although it’s a medical drama it’s not too gory, and I found it quite watchable despite the some of characters being “there for each other” in a frustrating way.  I was impressed that if someone dies the attending staff hold a moment’s (actually a few seconds) silence for the person who has passed.

It’s now Friday 29 March.

I’ve been watching Adolescence on Netflix. What a profoundly disturbing series! We and our children certainly faced challenges as teenagers, but not with the likes of Andrew Tate and Instagram. Wow!  What an interesting series. Every parent (and grandparent) of teenagers should watch it.

Last Monday JD and I went to see an art film, The Birth of Impressionism, at the Lighthouse theatre in Petone. It was a lovely movie – isn’t French culture wonderful?  This of course inspired much looking at art books after we got home.  This movie didn’t feature Delacroix or Turner, but much of Turner’s work is impressionistic.  Our favourite Monets are one of Sunrise (featured on a beautiful silk scarf I bought at the Orangerie Museum Shop in Paris), and one of people walking in Paris in the snow called Boulevard des Capucines. Note: this was the dawn of Impressionism (in France), as opposed to later beautiful  works of art.

A day or two later I asked about a beautiful sequined jacket in the window of Hamilton and Murray Boutique.  Often I walk past their lovely clothes, thinking that they would date quickly, but this really took my eye, to wear over a black skirt and top.  JD, bless him, took me back to try it on that afternoon.  Well, it fits beautifully, but JD persuaded me to get a sparkly black jacket instead, claiming quite rightly that I’d get much more wear out of it – its being suitable for day or night wear.  The lovely jacket I’d so admired would also snag very easily, so one would have to be very careful with it.  JD claimed it made me look like a Chinese grandmother. I retorted that in fact I am a Chinese grandmother – two of my grandchildren have a Chinese mother.

It’s been quite a busy week, in its way. On Thursday morning my singing group was to sing at the Bupa Retirement Home in Crofton Downs.  We were required to be there by 10:30 am, but we were much earlier than that.  I think the singing went all right – it was certainly well received, but I always find these events a bit confronting!  It’s upsetting, of course, to see so many infirm older people – not that many of us are much better!

Afterwards JD picked up my friend and me, but since he had a 1 pm appointment, we didn’t stay to have morning tea in Crofton Downs, at Bupa or the Mitre 10 store or the shopping centre. Instead, JD dropped us both off at Khandallah and we had morning tea there. Then I caught a bus home.

On Thursday evening we went to a concert with the NZSO and Gemma New conducting Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition.  Neither of us felt very well, and JD claimed we could leave early if we wanted to.  We didn’t eat before the concert – it started at 6: 30 pm, which is quite early.

I wanted to wear my new jacket, with a black skirt and light black top underneath, and a silk scarf. The problem was we needed to attach a brooch, and time was running out.  I scanned existing clothes for brooches – they’re complicated, with attachments that need to be twisted around, and, in many cases, safety chains! In all cases they proved difficult to undo from their existing attachments.  The jacket buttons are gold: should we choose a gold or silver based brooch?  Problems, problems.  Eventually I grabbed one to put on in the car.

We set off and actually got a car park outside the police station in Harris Street, my first choice. The next challenge was to get to the MFC. The lovely pedestrian area is mostly blocked off!  But we got there, way too early, after all. I had downloaded and printed off the notes sent by Ticketmaster beforehand, so we could read those.

The concert was very well attended. There was an overture by Gareth Farr, and then a new piece by a French composer (I forget his name) with perhaps 6 movements. There was a wonderful flautist for this debut performance wearing a marvellous red velvet trouser suit.

After the interval we had the pièce de resistance, the Pictures at an Exhibition. This was very well performed, with great enthusiasm. It was very enjoyable, and I reminded him that this was what we’d gone to some trouble to get tickets for. We had found Takina, and waited to get tickets there – Ticketmaster was having some issues, both with them and with me. We were so pleased that we’d been.

Afterwards, it was still quite early, so we called at New World in Thorndon to get something to share and eat: a mini-quiche, a vegetarian (spinach and chick peas) “sausage” roll (ugh!), a small apple pie, and affogato ice cream. They did not have my favourite vanilla ice-creams from Lewis Road Creamery or Motueka Creamery.  What we did eat was delicious.

The Sermons have been quite wonderful recently, with the Minister combining lessons from the Old and New Testaments, as we travel through this time of Lent.

I’m a bit behind with podcasts at present: there are lots, and many interesting ones on Times Radio.  The videos on YouTube are easier to watch in many cases, as you can stop and restart.  But on many of them ones sees men scratching their heads! I’m sure they wouldn’t do this if they could see themselves doing it. Their mothers would not be best pleased.

It’s now Sunday 30 March

This morning I went to church and enjoyed it. The minister related the entry of the Children of Israel to the Promised Land, after spending forty years in the wilderness (as related in Joshua 5) to the Father’s reception of the prodigal son in Luke 15. An old friend of mine who now attends Johnsonville Uniting Church was there; it was lovely to speak to her.  Afterwards JD’s brother and his fiancée called in for a few minutes. Later we had lunch at Sea Salt in Days Bay; then we went to the Rona Gallery, which was having an exhibition and a closing down sale.  I suspect the best paintings had already gone; most of the rest were very expensive. But JD bought a small painting – one of the “Make an offer” ones.  Then we had the delicious challenge of wondering where to hang it!  I’m still getting to like it: I like to think that Our Art Collection will be worth seeing, of not actually worth very much in financial terms, in the future!

It’s an unsettling and unsettled time in many respects.  The ceasefires in Gaza and Ukraine seem very tentative, so much so that one wonders if they will ever happen. What a great deal has changed on the world stage in the last few weeks! And then there’s been a huge earthquake in Myanmar, which has affected Thailand as well. It’s not what you would think of as an earthquake area. The death toll in Myanmar keeps rising – it’s now over 1,600.

That’s it for now. Slava Ukraini! Ngā mihi nui.