Movie Moments

You know how some movies start with darkness? You are left looking at a black screen but listening to a moment or scene and imagining it is you lying with your eyes closed.   I love these movie starts because usually we find ourselves in a summer scene with summer sounds like birds, children singing, a fly buzzing or someone humming or gentle lilting songs.  Then as the scene is revealed it can be veiled and romantic or surprising and confronting.

I had a movie moment the other day.  I was lying on the beach at Birdlings Flat on an unusually calm day.  The surf was not crashing and sucking up all the other sounds, instead the wind was king and it sounded great, dramatic but not frigid.  The hot stones set off a smell of the ocean and warm rock wear.  There was a fly buzzing past and in the distance I could hear the chatting or rather yelling of fisher folk camped up on the stony beach.

When I opened my eyes I was dazzled by the bright sun and bright white clouds.  Then the quiet conversation of my companion.  I was warm and relaxed and drinking in the movie moment.  This movie rolled out over the weekend with many other moments to remember and relish.  More on those another time.

Sparks

It has been a while...a long while and I can only say, it has not been pretty.  You know when things in your life go a bit pear shaped?  You know how some people use that as an opportunity to share and create great work? And others retreat , retreat, retreat?  Well as it turns out I am a retreater. Beside the support of some very close friends I have gone underground for the past 7 months, dealing with some very BIG things in my life.  It was too hard to share and far too private for the big wide world.

So in saying that, I will say that my life changed forever on 17th June 2013.  Sounds very dramatic doesn't it? Well it bloody was and still is. No regrets and it is not over.  One day I want to share my story, I hope I can. But right now I have to get back on the horse and get the hell on with it.  People need me to be present and alive so, here I am, back to old me, talking about books, movies, the beach and the good things in my life.   You might not know it Justine but you are such an inspiration to me. Thank you for sharing.

So I hope the spark is back and that people who pop in to my little blog find something that sparks them a little bit. I think the bar has been lifted since I started this blog 8 years ago this month with regard to  social media.  Not sure how I am going to respond to that but we will see.  Three sparks to share

1.  Classical Sparks in the Park - courtesy of Christchurch City Council.  My favourite of all summer events in the city.  I love classical music, so does Nic and sitting under the stars listening to music and watching fireworks is a certain form of bliss.
2. Icy Sparks - a beguiling gorgeous main character of this lovely book by Gwyn Hyman Rubio.  Being a non judging loving person I always feel for others pain and in this book I learnt about the strength that people with troubles or differences have.  I don't have to feel sorry for people but rather assume that people are not their disabilities.   Nice one Icy.  Go and find yourself a review of this book.
3.  Ruby Sparks - a DVD I picked off the shelf of the library to help me get my head out of my own sadness.  I don't know that this movie would win any awards but it really 'spoke' to me of  the power of words and stories and of love, its power both for good and for bad, as it builds you up it can also bring you down.

Because I am writing this on my iPad I can't work out how to get the images loaded.  Technology fail. Oh well. Nice to be back and I am really looking forward to getting my spark back and sharing my stuff.  Thanks for dropping in.

Just finished reading

The Brooklyn Follies - Paul Auster

I was mildly embarrassed for not knowing who Paul Auster was when two people in different countries told me to read his books.  I came to the conclusion that as I wander further and further from the path of librarian to facilities slave, my knowledge of books and authors is drifting away.  This does not for one moment indicate any reduction in my love of books and literature, just a waning intense knowledge.  I guess something has got to give and now I am the 'customer' reliant on the knowledge of my colleagues and friends to extend my reading menu.  Thank god for librarians I say.

Apparently The Brooklyn Follies is considered by many as a step away from the usual Auster subject matter and accessibility but still holds the essence of his writing which is well awarded and much loved.  I thought the story of Nathan Glass, 60 something, moving to Brooklyn to live out the last years of his life was a sweet story.  The lessons of life, making plans and  reconciliation were rolled up into a tale of men trying to find a way to a meaningful existence, a purpose and value, I think.  The neighbourhood setting and characters created a very embracing safe place to grow, make mistakes and live.  I expected something a little sharper and no way was I expecting a 'happy ending', you be the judge of if it really is.

A very nice book to while away the hours with, interesting characters, good back stories and of course pretty perfectly written.

 

50

umm, what to say?  50 has arrived.  Feels pretty good, looks better than it might have but 'could have done better' and as I am often heard to say, 'lucky to be here, many don't make it'.  Being away on my work adventure on the day meant I probably didn't spend as much if any time thinking about the meaning of '50'.  There are plenty of reasons to fear it but for me it is liberating and for that I am grateful.  Putting aside the hell that is living in the post eq situation, I can say it feels great to be here.  Happy, healthy and really excited about what might be coming next.  Always looking out and looking up, grasping the beauty and turning my face to the sun.

P.S.
No party!!  A birthday without a party is just not right, but there is time yet.  Reflecting on my past 50, just want to say thanks to all my lovely family and friends.  Front and centre, the best thing in the world.  Would never have made it on my own

Cheers  

Library Love on my 50th

Helsinki revisted

In all fairness Helsinki did turn out to be a pretty nice place.  The kindness of the people really did make up for my first impressions and I did have a pretty good time on my last day in town.  Now I have finally got my photos off the bloody iPad I can actually get them onto the blog.

Sunday on Suomenlinna Island

Leaving the port on a sunny Sunday

The beach on Suomenlinna Island

Fortifications on Suomenlinna

Best find on the island...not the Toy Museum but the cafe with the best apple cake and custard ever

Wandering around the island

Back in port

Helsinki

Helsinki and I didn't get off to a a great start and I am tainted by that first day still.  However, the weather is stunning and the people are very friendly  when you talk to them.  I am not a loner by any means so I am finding the lack of friends in the town to be very challenging and have had some major dips in my mood, once again confirming with no hesitation that I do have FOBA and that is never going to change.

As you might know I love Saturdays and although I didn't love yesterday, I did recognise that it had all the elements of a great Saturday.  Sun, market, people, water, activity and food.  No family or friends but that is expected on the other side of the world.

With the sun up and high in the sky so early in the morning you are compelled to get out there eagerly and enjoy it.  It is also great coming home from the movies at night in the light.  Funny seeing drunk people staggering around at night but actually in the daylight and I am sure I saw an illicit drug exchange going on from the tram last night too. 

Helsinki is not pretty.  The architecture is grim in some places, perfunctory in others and with a flash of gorgeousness in the form of churches and a few civic buildings.  There are some trees and a few civic gardens but it lacks the charm of many other cities that I have visited.  My guess is that 5 months of snow per year limits what you can do. However, there is as much joy, happiness and colour around the place as you would want.

Interestingly, the women seldom wear black like we do at home.  Every colour of the rainbow is worn and there seems to be scant attention paid to fashion as such although the shops are full of clothes.  Things are casual and individual here and the women do no fake tan or cover themselves in make up. It is refreshing.  The Russian tourists take the form of high heeled made up beauties to  dumpy middle aged women. 

The Finnish language is totally  incomprehensible to me although I have the basic hello and thank you sorted I think. Everyone speaks English which helps but the bus timetables, signs and announcements have no resonance at all. The words are so long and they just all blend into one.  And on top of that there is the Swedish version of everything too so you have to have your wits about you.  I do seem to have some sense of direction and awareness of the city so am finding my way around easily and even in a tricky situation with the tram being diverted due to a parade yesterday I worked out an alternative that worked so was pleased with that

This is the end of this post as I am having a nightmare with the iPad and editing so am going to leave it at that.  Will post some photos in a separate post.

Blogging

While I am away on this work trip around England, Europe and Scandi, I have been meaning to keep up this personal blog but I'm finding it challenging because I also have a work blog and am using Facebook to do personal bits and pieces.  It has me thinking about the role of this blog which I set up 7 years ago. It was supposed to be a happy place for reflection and sharing of daily news and events as well as a way for me to keep a running record of Nic's life which I expected I would forget.  This has proved to be the case so the blog is useful for that.  However, since the introduction of fb , I feel sometimes that it I am almost bragging in the blog as that is what fb feels like sometimes.  It is a tricky road to navigate.  But in the course for this conversation with myself , I think I am going to get back to the original intent of this blog which is to record our life for us and anyone who is remotely interested.

travelling times

Here I am in Worcester England, sitting in the amazing Hive library after having a two hour tour of the building

It is one week since I left home on my latest journey.  I was determined to keep a running commentary of my trip and what I was experiencing but time is going to fast and I am putting a lot of effort into my work so personal blogging not really happening.  I also intended to keep a diary too but it has turned into a quick mindmap at the end of the day. 

Quick rundown
Flight on Singapore Airlines to London Heathrow...not terrible.  Great care  and kind people.  Air travel is an amazing experience, watching people and discovering different behaviours that you know you would NEVER EVER display or even expect.  OMG, the things people think are acceptable.  Treating the crew like their own personal waiters through the entire trip, demanding food every minute, eating all the chips and leaving shit everywhere, then farting a lot and yelling to each other across the cabin.  Crazy.  Sadly I was one in a row of 7 of them and I was gobsmacked

Heathrow...very efficient, through in no time, no border security, I could have been carrying anything and they would never ever know.  Once through passport you are totally ignored.  I can now see why Brits coming to NZ have a cow when they get questioned about rogue fruit in their bags.

Leicester with Louisa....lovely and fun with her.  Pretty much left to our own devices by the rest of them so we were able to enjoy pottering around, taking the dog walking and going to IKEA. We also went out for two meals and a great show at The Curve.  Guy came too.  Louisa is, as always generous to a fault.

Newcastle with Richard and Vicky.  Lovely fun.  Had a great night with them and the children.  Super visit with the Angela at the library and a bit of mooch around the town.  Very interesting, a bit grubby and wet.  Got some cool stuff to send home.

Birmingham...should have spent more time there.  Amazing library yet to open but I can tell it is going to be fantastic.  What a project to be proud of.  Spent a fantastic couple of hours with Fay whom I met in 2007.  Very proud of their achievement.  Lovely friendly people in Birmingham.

Worcester.   Haven't had a chance to explore yet. Will get out there soon once I have written up my notes.  Looked very pretty coming in and I am looking forward to walking along the river and seeing the sites

Hot stuff

Here I am in Leicester, England, yes England.  It's been ages since I have had time to blog, so busy have I been planning. My epic European and Scandinavian adventure has only just started and will see me traipsing all over the north of England, London, Amsterdam ,Helsinki , Sweden and Denmark.  I am fortunate to be sponsored for the trip but also carry the weight of expectation and the guilt of getting to leave broken Christchurch for some relief.  It is a luxury many cant afford.

I am currently hanging out at Louisa and Guy's and we are just home from the matinee session of Hot Stuff, a very British grown up panto kinda thing with Ceri Dupree, drag Queen extraordinaire and what a hoot it was. Funny being in someone else's culture and observing their ways of responding and enjoying a show.  I realised the music was 'their' music as Split Enz is ours.  Although world famous, the music has special importance to the people it belongs too. Very fun.

Saturdays

There is nothing yet to dissuade me from loving Saturdays.  Today is the coldest Saturday this year so far.  A plummeting 12 degrees after weeks of 25 is not nice.  However, like everyone else we headed out to buy some stuff that we needed/wanted and had fun doing it.  Today was one of those days where you laugh a lot of different things.  The mood was jolly.  And to top it off, I am off to Rust and Bone tonight which I hear is amazing.  I realise I haven't posted a movie for ages although I have been to heaps.  Let's hope tonight is different.

We went to Nood to look at this.  I wanted it sooo much (saw it online) but when I got there I found it was very plastic.  Now I am going to make one of these one day.  It is gorgeous. 

This picture is very cool.  It is like a collage made from lots of bits of paper.  Very cool

Now, this I really want.  A great price and very much needed replacement for the saggy sofa in our dining room which has a throw over it covering the rips.  I am nearly 50 and I think it is probably time for some fancy furniture. 

Moose, enjoying the Autumn air.  This was very funny.  It is the simple things.

Just finished reading #62

Literally, I have just finished this book.  I am at home feeling poorly today.  Made it to work but turned around and headed home once I realised I did indeed feel crap and had a temperature.  In bed for sleeping and the GIANT yellow and black sucker truck arrived on the front lawn to complete the sewer work that has ensured months of giant road works at the end of the drive.  No sleeping for me.  So what better time to finish a book? 

The messenger - Markus Zusak

This guy sure knows how to write a book.  I just loved it.  As I did The Book Thief. The front cover says ...'comedic, romantic, thrilling, confronting, playful, deceptive'  What a great description.  There is something about Markus' use of language that enables him to skillfully let you inside the story in no other way I have experienced.  The language is spare in some ways, the vernacular is unique and could be in someone elses hands a little silly or perhaps contrived but he just nails it.  I love Ed Kennedy the main character, he is flawed, kind, a little pathetic but so likeable.  Essentially he is 'chosen' to become 'the messenger', whereby his instructions come in the form of a few words on some playing cards.  It is for him to work out the clue and then go about doing the good or evil that comes from his solving of the clue.  I like a book that goes forward at a pace and has meaning and this one does.   Being set in Sydney is a bonus too. I think the ending might disappoint a little but I wont spoil that.

Anniversary #2

You may not believe this but this anniversary of the Feb 22, 2011 earthquake caught me by surprise.  I am obviously lucky enough not to have the anniversary of the death of a loved one on my mind, just the day the world changed forever.

Having joined my neighbour in putting flowers in many of the 100's of orange cones that grace our street, I kind of got in the mode.  Like most people in the city yesterday, I felt quiet and contemplative.  I wanted to be by myself to think about the moment, sit at my desk for the minute silence and shed a few tears watching the memorial on my computer.  It felt like a day of barely repressed emotion and quiet contemplation. 

Nic was part of a local event marking the loss of an important bridge that used to link communities that attended his school.  That school is diminished more than most with over 200 children moving away.  Jonty joined them as they performed songs and haka and sent flowers along the river.

One miracle happened late in the afternoon when we were contacted by the bank to say they had some money from EQC to deposit and where did we want it?  Thinking it was the $193 final contents claim payment I was pretty happy.  I did cry when he told me it was our 'over cap payment'.  Essentially this is the money EQC pay out to people whose homes are damaged beyond the 100K mark.    The shock was more about the fact that we didn't know we had been assessed and can only assume a very quick visit in June???2011 sorted that.  We had had a small foray into the world of EQC and were knocked back about June - July 2012 and were just getting ourselves organised to go in for another round and this happened.  It is a miracle.  Knowing the battles that others have endured, I am very grateful for this.

However, I understand the next bit, where you get your insurance company to cough up with the rest of the funds required to fix your damaged house can be pure hell and many before me have aged decades in the tussle between two giant purses.  EQC and insurance companies don't have a relationship, they require the 'customer' to be the punching bag in the middle.  Not sure how it is going to be but I am thrilled to know that my beloved house is being fixed not destroyed.  For all its wooden creakiness, misaligned bits and rotten boards, I love it and am prepared to be patient to get it fixed.  It is going to take many many years, this we know.

So, the anniversary truly was a big day for us and I know similar for everyone else in many different ways. It is the special bond that we share as a city and will define our city for my lifetime at least.   My heart does ache for those who have lost so much.

Hanging with your people

We all belong to people.  We all have people who share our sense of humour, genes, values, gender or interests etc.  Being with people who are like us is warm and relatively easy.  Today I had a fantastic example of being with your people which made me very happy.  This may sound odd but I thought you might enjoy it.  I am an extrovert, extreme maybe.  That means I get all my energy from the world.  I love being with people, it doesn't mean I am super outgoing or particularly loud (although not all will agree).

Today three extroverts jumped in a car to go to a meeting. One (me) was changing out of her bike gear in the back seat as she was running late (head wind).  While doing this, she was also enjoying a very lively conversation and debate about how we were going to get to our destination.  No mean feat in this city.  At the same time we were having conversations about the price of beer and London prices in ChCh.  The two in the front are English so we launch into a whole lot of stuff.  We were also wittily  making up abuse to hurl at the woman in the green Suzuki and the old chap in the slow silver car. 

Eventually we ran a red light by mistake after waiting for a train as well as forgetting who was supposed to give way.  It was a very noisy, lively and hilarious ride.  We were all very happy talking at once, pointing in all directions, making smart comments and laughing a lot.  We didn't have to worry about being quiet, pausing to let others join in, worry about taking offense or making a mistake.  Just bloody good fun.  Thanks extroverts for showing yourselves and for being you.

Camping

We have returned from our beloved Totaranui and so not disappointed.  As always a stunning holiday with all the ingredients we love....sunny days, boat stuff, swimming, friends and stunning scenery and nature.  Just so lovely.  I took a ton of photos that I think I will save for another day.  But I will share some photos I took that I hope are going to inspire me one day to create beautiful things.  Nature and its shapes, colours and textures.

Uploaded

The other day I uploaded all the photos off my phone... almost a whole years worth.  Not many on my phone and lots had been deleted for space reasons.  So, I thought it might be fun to post up the highlights of my uploading and see how my year looked through my phone.

Christmas ninja

Amazingly good panorama at the Cold Play concert with Karen R.  Yay.

NY Eve - pave decorating

Around about April my great mate Alex and I flew to Wellington for the day.  We went to see wedding dresses and parliament and then had afternoon tea at the hippopotamus bar in the Museum hotel.  

Watching the boss being interviewed by Joy Reid TV1 news

Nic's Birthday cake...mmm, pretty average

Jane eating a petrified mouse at Central library during EQ excavation work

A gorgeous Saturday lunch treat

Sunday morning building demo.....bau

Magic tricks at Under the Red Verandah

Big bubble bath in Hokitika

Snow from the 5th floor of Civic offices

Vietnamese noodle

Karate grading

Ol's and Joe and Nic at the beach

Just finished reading #60 & 61

It has been months since by last book post and I can assure that I have been reading non-stop through that period, however I cannot tell you for one moment what it is that I have been reading.  Sad but true.  But I do have my latest two books still in my possession so at least I can tell you about them.

The Red House - Mark Haddon

I have read two previous titles by this author 'A spot of bother' and 'The curious incident of the dog in the night'.  Both I loved although neither is happy or joyous but rather realistic and deep.  'The red house' is also not a joyous romp through a family holiday, rather it is a snapshot of a family gathered on holiday on the Welsh border after the death of the mother of  Richard and Angela.  Both families come to the holiday house with their own issues and problems.  We have a step daughter a lost baby and some other day to day ordinary family things.  Mark Haddon is a really good writer and this book, although heavy going in places and dense in words, is a good read.  My friend Alex couldn't get into it and I can see why.  It takes a certain mindset to wade through the early bits and you are not always in the mood for that.  I was lucky to be in the mood but I could have put it down at some  points.  So, it is more my dedication to the writing of Mark Haddon that I finished it rather than an absolute love of the book.  In saying that, I would read any more of his books in a heartbeat.  It is a dark tale but not horrible and it really is a slice of life so ends with a farewell as you do when leaving a holiday to go back to ordinary life. 

Sweet tooth - Ian McEwan

I love Ian McEwan's books.  Similarly to Mark H above, they are not cheery light little novels to read on holiday.  Although extremely readable they often deal with odd situations and characters and a happy ending is not always on the cards.  In saying that I loved 'Sweet tooth'.  It was very readable but all the way through, knowing McEwan's writing, you are waiting for something bad to happen.  The bad things are always of the personal nature, not guts and gore but dilemma's lies and treachery.  Set in the late 1970's in London this is the story of Serena Frome and her tale of time in the British Secret Service which was short but eventful.  She had one mission which ended badly.  This book is not of the James Bond ilk but has enough twists and turns to keep you very engaged.  I loved it!  That's it, loved it.  Enjoy

 
 

Bounce

When you are on a trampoline you can only smile and laugh.  I love these pics of Nic, Ben and Olivia on Christmas day

Olivia

Ben

 

 

My favourite.