The absolute joy of having a holiday at home is being able to stay up past 9.30 and enjoy the fantastic programmes hidden in the very dark hours by the myopic programmers at TVNZ. Last night I was spellbound by Gaylene Preston's 'Lovely Rita'. What a treat, a beautifully crafted look at the life of a fantastic NZ artist. I was mesmerised by the images on the screen and looked at the very familiar paintings with fresh eyes. I realised how many of Rita's images, I see everyday in prints hanging at work and various other places. Paintings that I return to regularly without really taking in who painted them.
Boats, Island Bay
Fog, Hawkes Bay
Waterlillies
Waikenae
Cass
(voted NZ's favourite painting-I never go through this part of the country without thinking about this painting)
From the top left
It was a bit of a mission for us and we fell into bed shattered but great fun. We love having parties and with all our work in the garden recently it was great to see people relaxing and enjoying themselves. Poor Nic struggled a bit with the day as he is beyond tired but overall it was great. Best bit was Jasmine arriving for Christmas. I cooked a delicious meal of fried ciabatta, Greek sausages in a fragrant tomato sauce and a Greek salad, accompanied by a fruity Riverstone Riesling and settled into the familiar family pattern. Starting to feel really Christmassy now.
The list
We had party popper as well as jelly and ice cream cups and candy canes yesterday. Nic and Olivia loved playing with the streamers...alas Nic thought making streamer volcanoes int he lounge would be fun, and I am sure it was. Bit of a mess though..jpg)


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The enjoyment of the weekend 
Anyway, the weekend was very busy but heaps of fun. We had three social events on Saturday...a 70th birthday bbq in Hanmer for lunch, another bbq in Cashmere for dinner, followed by fireworks and then a 'house leaving' party on the way home. I had to stagger off home at 11.30 because my feet were sore. How sad is that?
On Sunday we had a date at the bach with all the family to sort through and dispose of some of the tools and equipment that had built up in boxes and cupboards over the years. We amassed a trailer full of rubbish and recyclables. I think it as a bit emotional for the folks but we just had to do it and it was done with respect.
I hit a busy week with my eyes hanging out of my head and am still suffering. Book group didn't go so late but we got stuck in 'post fireworks' traffic so still a late night. With some scary stuff at work too, I am not sleeping well which is just not great. I have a 6am date with the airport on Friday so am expecting the weekend to be quiet...yeah right.


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The family assembled at the bach a few weekends ago to farewell our faithful plum tree. Farewell is a romantic term meaning cutting it down, heaving it all down the hill on to trailers and getting very sweaty. I took a quick last minute photo of Nic and Olivia together under it. We have another photo of my mother standing next to the tree when she was a child and with her being 6 months off 70, I am guessing the tree was pretty old. We spent years in the shelter of that tree. Afternoon sun baking the concrete through the leaves. Rainy days sitting out under the tree smoking cigarettes or getting some air. Squishing the plums under foot as you scrambled to get to the outside loo in time. Getting hit on the head by plums when it was really windy. Every Autumn we swept up the hundreds of yellow leaves and early spring we skidded on the rotting ones fallen over winter. Now the bach is open to the elements, especially the afternoon sun, the gusting nor wester and the rare southerly rain storm. It will be interesting to see how we get on without the old plum tree.
Today we had our first family bike ride where we all had our own bikes. Nic on his new red machine and us on our old red machines. We had a fab time biking round Hagley Park, both north and south. On the return journey we popped in the to the Arts Centre to get a muffin for lunch and headed back to the car in the gusty nor wester. Although not at all onerous, we did have fun and this bodes very well for future rides. Alas, there was grazing and tears but nothing too dire. We stopped in the Helipad in the park to play with our rocket balloons which was a hoot and then we watched some young girls practising softball. Nic also got sprayed by the Peacock Fountain..jpg)
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