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All Things Nice

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Princesses ... friends ... Grandpa's helpers ... birthday girls ... Great-Grandma and Great-Granddaughters ... cuddly-kissable babies ... sugar and spice ... and all things nice ...















Another

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Another free book ... another New Zealand author (actually I think we ended up classifying me as an Australian author but I live in New Zealand) ... another book where I had some input (minor input, minor, but it fits the title of this post) ... another author from our [small] church (and now I can share that I've known about this hidden gift for years!) ... another enjoyable read ...

One Summer, free this weekend on kindle from Amazon. Check it out.

Psalm 93

The Lord is king! He is robed in majesty.
Indeed, the Lord is robed in majesty and armed with strength.

The world stands firm
and cannot be shaken.

Your throne, O Lord, has stood from time immemorial.
You yourself are from the everlasting past.
The floods have risen up, O Lord.
The floods have roared like thunder;
the floods have lifted their pounding waves.
But mightier than the violent raging of the seas,
mightier than the breakers on the shore—
the Lord above is mightier than these!
Your royal laws cannot be changed.
Your reign, O Lord, is holy forever and ever. (NLT)

Worst

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They're calling it the worst flood in our town's recorded history. And in some way, everyone has been affected.

Son#1 and his family are cut off from even their next door neighbour. The Most Adorable Granddaughter in  the World#2's birthday party had to be cancelled because there were four slips (landslides) on their access road, which is only 800m long. That was yesterday. Today they were able to walk those 800m down to the sealed road and discovered that the water had been up over the bridge at one stage because the rails were all twisted. They ain't going anywhere just yet.

Yesterday Son#4 and I went shopping for birthday presents (before we knew the party was cancelled). I hate parking beneath buildings due to the possibility of earthquakes (in my hometown several people in an underground car park died when an earthquake hit) but I did anyway. Sometimes convenience - i.e. not getting wet - triumphs over fear. It was wet down there from all the wet vehicles coming a…

It Makes Sense

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Before we had our new roof installed, we had no gutters to speak of on our house. When it rained, the water poured off the roof and into the ground. We got soaked getting into and out of the house but that was about it.

Now, we have a new roof and gutters and downpipes. When it rains, the gutters collect the water, it goes into the downpipes which then feed it into an underground pipe, from which it travels the length of our driveway underground to the footpath, where it spews out of a pipe sticking up out of the ground (since we are waiting for our local council to process an urgent application to have the pipe connected to the street storm water system) and runs back down our driveway and floods our driveway. Possibly the neighbours' driveways and properties, too, which is definitely not a good thing.

Sometimes, progress is not always, well, progress.






There was a bomb scare the other day at work. Well,  not actually at work, but in a building a few doors down. The police had co…

Little Poppets

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1. I needed some more yarn for my blanket. Well not more as in more, but more as in more variety. I found some little balls of sock yarn that have proved to be absolute gems. Aptly named "Poppets", they have added some much needed pizzazz to my knitted blanket. Ten grams goes a long way in this weight of yarn! And The Most Adorable Granddaughters love them too!


2. The Most Adorable Granddaughter#2 turns six today. Six! I can still remember the night our wee poppet was born. Son#1 and his wife and The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 were here for dinner and we were about to serve up dessert when DIL#1's midwife rang and said she'd liked to see her (since she'd not been able to keep her appointment with DIL#1 earlier that day). DIL#1 got up to the hospital and wasn't allowed home as she was in labour! Son#1 rang to tell us the news and that we'd be babysitting The Most Adorable Granddaughter#1 all night and also mentioned that there had been a show of meconiu…

Reclaiming ... Recycling ... Re-purposing ... Recreation ...

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My laptop took twenty four hours to download 198 updates. Who requires 198 updates???

I don't.

Because now it is 'reverting changes' because those 198 updates failed to 'configure'.

It will likely take another 24 hours given the rate it is 'reverting'.

Mmm. Go figure.

Thankfully I have another device or I would not have received the message that Son#3 sent me this morning:

Sorry, Mum, we're not coming home. We're sitting on the roof of our villa in a fishing village in Italy in 28 degree heat, looking at the sea. It doesn't get much better than this.

I told him to send me the address and I'd join him. Even if it does mean walking for two and a half hours in the sun, carrying all of one's belongings, and then spending an hour or so looking for the landlord to obtain a key to get into the villa.


[Photo courtesy of Son#3 and DIL#3 who are enjoying a summer OE in England, France, Italy, Germany, Holland and Croatia.]
And here I sit in a cold h…

Catching Up

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This weekend is a long weekend thanks to New Zealand still belonging to the Commonwealth and wishing to honour the Queen by having a long weekend to celebrate her birthday (which I believe is in April, not June, but no matter). It's also officially the first day of winter today which means this weekend is not conducive for water sports or camping or whatever else long weekends are meant to be used for.

However, it is good for one thing and that is: catching up.

While Son#4 is out catching up with friends, DH is designing a window treatment for our bathroom and I've written a long chatty letter to a dear friend in Australia. I'm excited that this dear friend I will soon be seeing after almost twenty years. Twenty years! Gosh, that makes me feel old.

This friend and I have known each other since we were eleven or twelve. We have never lived in the same town, and our communication has mostly been by the written word. Not texts. Not emails. But letters. Letters. And most hand …