Home and Away and Home

 It is now 2 months and 8 days since I last posted - talk about slack! And I've just looked at my last post, and what a coincidence: I currently have a pot of dahl cooking again! This time it is filled with cauliflower. David came out to the kitchen a few minutes ago, enticed by the aroma. I somehow reckon it'll be an early dinner...

 Christmas this year was at Waitara Holiday Park with my sister Dee's extended family - and a cast of thousands. Well, at least 20 people. And as always far far far too much food. For a few days afterwards we all lived on leftovers.

I had made 4 containers of sticky toffee pudding (2 throwaway aluminium roasting pans, plus two 8"x8" cake tins - definitely in the realm of over catering given there were two massive pavlovas (Dee), about 30 meringues (Ann), berries, and cream and custard and sweets and chocolates. And that was just dessert!

I had made 2 pies filled with caramelised onions, brie and mushrooms. Very yummy. And mushroom sauce. and a roasting dish of cheese and onion tart. Not sure how many vegetarians I thought I was catering for apart from David and me. And there was ham and pulled brisket and lamb (I think - how would I know? I don't eat meat), plus heaps of salads and roast veges.

 

L-R Terry (Charlotte's brother), the twins and Charoltte opening presents

The twins, Charlotte and Kurt - Kurt was in pain from overdoing the exercises that morning...

David, Kirsty and Debs, Dee's daughter in law

Kirsty, Debs and Jonathan with their daughters, Charlie and Eva. Nicola was on Santa duty

 

Kurt set up the water slide and a number of kids had lots of fun. Almost no adults, apart from Terry, had a go. Amazing how sensible the daughter, niece and nephews have become ...

 

A rainy day - cannot remember which one it was but it bucketed down - I was still in bed at this stage because why not?

Mid summer Xmas often feels very strange to people from the northern hemisphere, but for us it feels exactly right. Because it was warm we all sat out on the deck, wearing shorts and t-shirts and jandals in the main. But of course plenty of decorations - Charlotte, Dee's daughter in law, absolutely loves decorating for Christmas and she goes all out making the house and deck look fabulous.

Backing up the truck a bit - David and I had collected Kirsty from the Waikanae station on 23 December, then waited while she shopped for the alcohol and some groceries she wanted for the few days we were going to be away; and then on we went. There was a stop at RJ's factory shop in Levin (Kirsty's request) to buy licorice: allsorts, chocolate licorice logs, ... Then on to Whanganui where we stopped to make and eat lunch and for me to have a short rest. Ordinarily, I would have rested for about an hour or so to give my arms some relaxation from extension required while driving, but a certain daughter was keen to get to catch up with her cousins. She was in contact with Nicola for the latter part of the journey, and even though we stopped outside Whanganui to buy strawberries and blueberries and once again at the supermarket in Waitara, it seemed imperative that we make all possible haste.

I saw why when we arrived - while David and I went into the office to check in, Kirsty went around through the side door, and then appeared in the office holding an espresso martini that had been prepared in advance of her arrival ... 

 The several days seemed to be filled with meals and not much activity, to be frank. I don't think I ventured outside the camp the whole time except to go to the pharmacy to collect a prescription for my brother and to the supermarket for the inevitable forgotten item.

David and I left late on Saturday afternoon and made the trip home in two chunks with a very brief stop to buy diesel at Stratford - cheapest I've seen it for ages at $1.79 a litre.We stopped at Hawera NZMCA campsite overnight and looked out our front window at Taranaki Maunga. 

I love that mountain

 

The  next day we left there at about 7.20am, headed to Whanganui to make and have breakfast at Springvale again. Then onwards to Waikanae. A quick stop at the supermarket and to top up the tank with diesel, then back to Wren St. David, bless him, completely emptied the motorhome, I did put away the food though ... Then I had a sleep for the afternoon.

The following day was cleaning the motorhome day - I was on fridge cleaning and washing the outside of the mh. David cleaned all of the inside. 

On Monday afternoon, I realised we had far too much cheese tart for the two of us to eat, so I invited Sue and Janet (neighbours and friends) over for an early dinner to help us out. Cheese tart (leftovers), lettuce salad, beetroot and carrot salad (leftovers), potato salad. Followed by ginger loaf (left over) and custard...

First time I've ever served custard in a wedge shape ... 😂

 

I wonder who bought that T-shirt for David?

 

OK, I am pretty much all caught up, apart from that I started Aquamove again on Tuesday and it was lovely to be back in the pool laughing and exercising and laughing and singing - the acoustics in that building are amazing!

 

 

 

 

The motorhome is back in its tree-clad home

 It's been a bit of a busy day today. First off I had Aquamove which doesn't feel tiring at the time but hits a bit later. It's not surprising that it tires me because there is a lot of running on the spot, jumping, washing machines, standing on one leg and rotating the other, arm stretching, star jumps, ... But somehow in the water the exercise is really easy to do.

Then I had to email the committee members with 7 papers for our Monday meeting. That entailed finding all the documents in my filing system, doing a final edit of a couple of them, attaching them so they showed up on people's email in the right order. Not a trivial task but not arduous, to be fair.

After that I had arranged to meet with Joan, our wonderful 94 year old neighbour to discuss the process for clearing her villa after she moves into the Lodge on Monday. That wasn't difficult or energy-sapping at all but emotionally tough as we will miss Joan. However she is keen to stay as an honorary member of Sector 10, and she is keen to keep coming to Happy Hour on Fridays, so we will see her regularly. She had better keep coming to Quiz nights because she is a fount of knowledge in our team!

Then it was time to move the motorhome out from behind our place - the first obstacle was that there was a car parked across the road I was backing out on to. Discretion was the better part of valour and I think the visitor saw me reversing and decided to hop it pronto! Good choice!

We can only keep the motorhome here temporarily and bad weather counts as a good reason to have it parked here. 

We've had lots of rain in the last week or so, and I was not taking it back to its position up at Richard and Ngaire's place because the driveway is a bit too skiddy for a front wheel drive when it's damp ...

Over the last couple of days it's been quite breezy so we decided today was the day. It requires a bit of organsation though as we have to remove the gates at the bottom of their drive first so the motorhome will go through safely without gouging bits out of the sides.

Unless it is very dry, I am always anxious taking it up the slope - rightly so today, as I did a bit of a skid close to the top... But success - it is up and in place, solar blanket is fitted to keep the engine battery topped up, all blinds closed, the steering wheel lock is on, all lockers locked (good thing we checked because they hadn't been locked from our clearing the mh out on arriving back on Sunday...)

David and I helped Richard and Ngaire re-construct their washing line - Richard had dismantled it, taken to wires off, fixed some bits of the framing, repainted sections of it and needed a hand getting it back together. All four of us took an arm each and lifted it up on to the pole, then Richard U-bolted it back on the small platform on top of the pole. As we left, he was adjusting the height of one arm - he is tall and he'd be in danger of taking an eye out as he approaches it. I, on the other hand, could happily walk beneath it. I'm a perfect height, me - the clothes line is far too high for me to use comfortably though.

Home to make a veg dal for dinner - it is bubbling away now, and I have also started a big pot of frozen veg scraps and water to make stock. David has cooked the rice. Now I'm waiting for the cauli, broccoli and peas to cook that I've just added to the dal.

  

Dal is almost ready - good, because I am hungry and tired!

Update: the dal is delicious! And there is plenty left over so I won't have to cook for a week... I think I will make curry puffs in the weekend! Oops, David has just been in for a second helping... I need to revise the estimate of its longevity!

The motorhome roof is clean and thinking about Phil

 A reasonably busy day today, in a way.

This morning I got up to take the motorhome up to Levin to have the roof washed - if I'd thought about it, I could probably have organised it better by doing it after I got the CoF on Wednesday seeing as the two places were about 2kms apart. But hindsight is a wonderful thing - I hadn't checked the state of the roof before I went CoFing. Next time I will think...

When I came back I had breakfast and then a bit of a fraught meeting that should have been 1/2 an hour but took over 1.5 hours and wrung me out a bit.

Then checking out signage at the gym here, then home for a brief time and off to serve behind the bar at Happy Hour. That is a task I really enjoy, so I am happy to take on additional turns when others cannot do it. 

Accordingly I am on the bar next week and a fortnight later. I'll be catching up with the number of times Julia is on bar duty in Kibworth soon!

David has been getting the motorhome ready today as we are going away overnight tomorrow. We have a funeral to attend in Hunterville in the afternoon. Our friend Phil died Thursday last week and we need to go to say goodbye.

Way back before 2000  I used to stay at Phil and Oriel's place when I was working in Marton. They ran a lovely B&B which cost me (my work) $81 for dinner, bed and breakfast. On my first ever night there, Oriel served me G&Ts (note the plural) before dinner, then a 3 course meal with wine. Wonderful but aaarrrggghhh!!!

So in the morning - full breakfast of course - I told Oriel that I could not cope. The most that was required was wine before and during a two course meal. And it was dessert not a starter. Oriel makes the most delicious pavlova roll. 

We had many lovely meals and great conversations where I did my best to educate Phil on the evils of National governments - fat chance that I would succeed because he was a farmer and conservative, through and through. 

Regardless of his politics he was an extremely kind man and a lot of fun. At one point, I had South African clients of the firm I worked for coming out to visit the firm. Mostly they used to be put up at fancy hotels, and wined and dined when overseas, but Marton doesn't have such facilities. Instead, I took them to stay the weekend at Phil and Oriel's farm. Lovely food, down to earth hospitality, and a lot of fun.

 A highlight was Phil attaching a flatbed trailer to the big tractor, placing form seats in the trailer and driving us around the farm. Such laughter. Not a H&S consideration in sight - apart from the fact that Phil didn't venture off the farm tracks...

I (work) had hired a van for the weekend and I drove them to the Feilding A&P Show. So instead of sterile could-be-anywhere hotels, they had an authentic NZ experience, thanks to Phil and Oriel. Who, by the way, moved out of their bedroom into their old caravan so all the guests could fit in the house!

David and I would occasionally go and stay with Phil and Oriel and take other overseas visitors for the experience of an NZ farm. They refused to let us pay because they said that as a paying guest while working in Marton, I had greatly increased their B&B earnings. Very kind and generous people.

And one of the first film conversion jobs that David ever did was of Phil and Oriel's wedding - they were so beautiful and so young!

The last time we saw Phil was a few months ago. He and Oriel retired off the farm several years ago now (even though for a long time Phil still went and helped their son Justin) and they were living in Feilding. Phil finally had to move into a rest home through ill health and severe lack of mobility, and David and I went to visit. I noticed that while he was still mentally up to the minute, his voice had diminished. So I suggested he move his arms up and down as much as he could manage, so he used his chest muscles and stretched his lungs. And voila - his voice became louder.

So at my very next Aquamove session I introduced a lot of arm exercises and told the team why. And then at my session on Tuesday, I told them that Phil had died. 

I reckon he will always be in my thoughts when we are waving our arms about and doing the I must I must increase my bust movements, and the moving through the water using arms only when lying on the noodles or riding the noodle like a horse...  Also lung capacity and voice strength were on my mind when I introduced blowing water through the pool noodle, so Phil has been an inspiration to the people at my Aquamove sessions even though they didn't know him.

 

And the solars are working!

Wednesday:

Even though it is just spring and we have had several grey or rainy days, the solars are doing their job - heating the hot water most of the time. We have only had to set water heating to boost using the national grid a couple of times when we have both had showers and done several loads of washing.

 Sunny day today, so it's all happening on the roof - yay!

 Yesterday we went down to get the motorhome from behind Richard and Ngaire's place, so I could wash it and be ready for heading up to Levin to get the Certificate of Fitness inspection done. The sides of the motorhome were reasonably clean but the back and front were messy! Today when I got back from getting the CoF, we checked the roof - OMG! the amount of leaf litter, pine needles and dirt was overwhelming. David cleared what he could reach from the ladder, then I hosed as much off as I could. Then I decided we needed professional help! So I tracked down the guy who cleaned it for us previously and I will take it up on Friday.

Thursday:

We are going to find a suitably sized tarp to cover the roof with while it's up at R&N's place so we can keep the roof at least partly clean! The trick is going to be how to get the tarp up on the roof. I was thinking about it overnight and decided we should put it on and tie it down here and then I can drive very slowly to R&N's place. It's not far and I need to drive at 15kph through our retirement village, and there are speed bumps on the way down the road, so high speed isn't do-able anyway.

It is now Thursday and I am about to have an afternoon nap - I took an Aquamove class this morning and we did lots of jumping and running on the spot and I am tired!! 

This is my new favourite activity - blowing water through the pool noodle - I swear we only do it because it is good for lung capacity ...

I now have a new great nephew - my nephew Jamie and his wife Kirsty (not our Kirsty) have had a wee baby boy. I have seen a photo and he is very lovely. Our Kirsty is going to visit where they live and they are hoping to all catch up. Yay!

Right, now I really am going to have a snooze. 

And the solar panels are up

Yesterday the solar guys came back - only 3 of them this time. And boy, did they work hard! They'd been here on Monday and Tuesday - rain on Tuesday but they worked through.

Yesterday they had to finish putting in the brackets and the struts for the panels and then fit all the panels. So they didn't finish until about 5.45pm and it was starting to get cold!

They'd had morning tea/lunch at 11-ish (their lunch and chocolate brownie and biscuits I provided this time) and then they worked through. I had ordered fish and chips for David and me to be collected at 5.15pm so I ordered some for them too, then made paper plates into little bowls (make 4 cuts around the plate then staple the edges together - instant-ish bowl) so they could safely transport the f&c in the vehicles and eat on their way home. They all live at least an hour from here in Palmerston North, and I was sure their blood sugar would be getting quite low.

Some tiles have to come off to be trimmed (shaved, they call it) so the brackets will fit without lifting the bottom of the tile and causing leak points.

Tiles back on and brackets fitted. the guys on the roof are AJ and Josh. Harley was doing the shaving and gluing down on the ground - as well as bringing the panels around from the garage to lift them up for AJ and Josh to fit them to the struts (not shown here).

 

Changes and additions to the switchboard plus a new gadget for David's delight. The red light shows that there was no power being generated - the sun was on the way down when I took that photo yesterday evening.

ACP in his PJs checking for the 3rd time this morning. And yes, there was power being generated. And I know I am going to be kept informed constantly...

This morning, before he'd even eaten breakfast, ACP was out checking the display to see if power was being generated. This is going to be my life from now on ... And he's done the same a couple of times since we got home this afternoon. Sigh.

I did tell him I'm happy for him to check, but he needs to close the damn door into the garage - the garage is NOT insulated so the cold air in there likes to migrate into the hall and lounge.

I am expecting multiple updates every day, by the way. If you hear screaming coming from this area of the world, that'll be why...

Thinking about Ed Shiers today

 We are currently having solar panels fitted to the roof of our villa - 15 panels which is slightly more than we had on nb Waka Huia...

Instead of it being just Ed fitting them, here we have a crew of about 7. There's ropes and harnesses being employed because our roof is a series of steep sections that the panels are being fitted on.

 

Matt on the flat section above our bedroom. He's working on removing tiles that have to be adjusted so the struts for the panels can be fitted.

AJ removing tiles from over the garage

 

Matt removing or replacing the tiles - hard to see which from thios angle...

Two of the guys adjusting tiles and applying sealant. Susan's camellias are getting rather dusty...

 

 

Two other workers waiting for their jobs to be ready, I think.

Sewtting up happening at the trailer. The panels are in that big box.

 

AJ trusts his harness. Not sure where it is fixed to on the other side of that garage roof...

We are looking forward to lower power bills and being able to feed power back into the national grid and getting credits for that!

Of course there have been cheese scones made and fed to them at the outside table. Tomorrow it'll be shortbread - I made a batch (NEVER AGAIN!! what a bloody faff...) and then left the house to go and take photos, so it's a bit browner than it's meant to be. Definitely not suitable for selling at the Fair which was the original intent. But I reckon the guys will be happy enough with it.

It's been a long time coming

 I often think, as things are occurring, 'I could write a post about this.' And then the moment passes and I don't write about it.

I am doing a fair bit of writing though, just not for the blog. Back in July, I was elected (unopposed) as the Chair of the Residents' Association Committee here at our retirement village. I was a committee member for the last year - the tenure is from July to June, and earlier this year, knowing the then-Chair was stepping down, I decided to accept the nomination to stand for the role this year. 

So the writing I am doing these days is papers for the committee, papers reporting on tasks I am doing either on my own or in conjunction with other committee members. And a number of emails to all the residents informing them of upcoming events, asking who needs some help in transitioning from Windows 10 to Windows 11 and then organising that help - definitely NOT delivering said help. If you know me at all, you know I have a streak of technophobia just below the surface of my skin!

My latest missives (short for a change) have been about letting people know about a presentation by our local Community Constable. He is coming to talk with us about scams, the ones that are rearing their heads currently, and how to avoid them.

I've written a couple of pieces for the village's monthly newsletter. Bloody hell, I'd love to take that role on if it becomes vacant. I think that I must have been missing blogging because my writing in a number of these things is conversational - just as this is. Other documents are more formal - much more like documents I wrote in my work life.

David and I are both well, still prescription-free. David has given up the weekly ukelele lessons but is now coming to Aquamove at least once a week, sometimes twice, and he goes to a discussion group once a fortnight. He is still doing the Weaving Memories work for people who ask. He seems to always be busy at the computers, but is always happy to grate cheese for scones when I ask. And when it's time to set up the lounge for our monthly sector meetings (I am Sector Leader ...) he totally rearranges the furniture and then restores it to its original positions afterwards. I just do the baking - cheese scones, coconut and almond cake, and one other thing. Last week, it was tamarillo muffins - never made them before, and they were delicious. Tamarillos are a native of South America, previously known here as tree tomatoes. They are one of my two favourite fruits (feijoas, before you ask). I buy them by the 8kg box direct from the growers and eat 5 of them with yoghurt and muesli for breakfast every day they are in season.

I'm still running Aquamove - 2 sessions each week throughout the winter, and I am now getting into the pool with everyone else. It is so much fun and I am sure my strength and balance are improving. And doing the exercises in the water is much much easier than out beside the pool.

We haven't been away in the motorhome for a while - too busy at the moment. But we will head away in a few weeks, I think.

One piece of excellent news is that Julia is coming back to Aotearoa NZ in February - all it took was one conversation and she decided to come again. So I booked the flights while she was on the phone! Easy peasy, indeed. And she has even said she will drive over Arthur's Pass again, having declared earlier this year that she WOULD NEVER DO IT AGAIN...

One sad piece of news is that my Aunty Molly has died - aged 97. She was an amazing woman who had a pretty tough life but was always such a positive and happy person. She was the last person who knew my mum when she was a child, so it is the last lost link with the history of our parents. I truly do feel like an orphan now! I know - it's a bit pathetic. After all, I'm nearly 75, so feeling orphaned doesn't look like it's a real thing at my age. But it's sad.

One of her 5 sons, Gordon, texted me while he was with her in hospital, and I replied pretty much straight away, asking him to tell her we loved her. So even though I couldn't get to see her, I knew she was conscious and had heard from me. 

We have some lovely memories of Molly - when I first met her with my mum back in 1988, when we stayed with her in Leatherhead with our kids in 1990, when she joined David and me on a narrowboat trip in 1994 (the same trip on which we met Mick and Julia), having Molly come out to NZ for mum's 70th birthday as a surprise for her, our trip around the South Island - I remember the 20 questions game we played while I was driving one day. Mum's question was about Charles and Camilla and it was what did Charles wish he was... And Mum had read it in the New Idea women's magazine - not something I would have thought they would publish. 

David and I had a trip with Molly to France one year - we drove around and stopped wherever we felt we wanted to. Molly loved the Etap Hotels - not our favourite but she loved the ensuite bathrooms. On our last night, before we got the ferry back to England the next morning, we each identified our favourite moment. And we all identified the same thing: sitting at an outdoor cafe in the market square across from the cathedral in Rouen. 

Molly loved food, and not far from her place in Leatherhead was a pub with a Thai restaurant attached. She loved going there; at first she was fit enough to walk there and back, but eventually that wasn't do-able. So we would drive. Then it got so I dropped her and David at the door and then I'd go the extra 25 yards to the carpark. But she still loved her food.

 And why not? She had almost lost her sight through macular degeneration and was therefore rather immobilised, could no longer read or watch TV - food was a pleasure. There were always treats in her fridge and cupboards...

She was a gem and we loved her.