September 2009
10 posts
Celebratory bubbles
I’m drinking 14-year-old Krug while wearing trackie pants … ‘cause that’s the way I roll. Russ starts his new job tomorrow, which calls for a celebration! The bottle came in its own box with liner notes about the year in which the vintage was created. Schmancy.
in 1995 I had just started uni. Where were you?
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Book love
You know you’re in for a ride when the book you’re reading opens the second chapter with this quote: “You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you really think you cannot do.” Eleanor Roosevelt.
Wow. I’m equal parts inspired and intimidated. I can imagine using the above quote in one of the...
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Growing
This is what a balcony garden looks like in Bondi; small, cramped, barely enough sun but full of potential deliciousness.
My plants really only get about 4-5 hours of direct sunlight, so it will be interesting to see if the strawberries and tomatoes actually fruit. So far I have a few flowers.
It looks like the strawberries may fruit, but I’m not sure about the tomatoes. It’s...
The bliss that was Rotorua
More pics of Rotorua, because I just can’t stop looking at them.
We sailed around Lake Rotoiti. Its name, which translates to small lake, is a misnomer, it’s around 10 km long.
Another view of Lake Rotoiti.
Soda Springs, where we soaked our muscles in a mineral hot spring.
We visited the house of a local artist who had carved sculptures into the rocks at the back of his...
Eel = yum
Holidays are all about doing something different. Me? I ate eel.
Yes, eel. Slimy, gross-looking, incredibly delicious eel.
Lake Rotorua
For four days I woke up to this stunning view and now I think a bit of post-holidays blues have set in. I’m considering using this as my computer wallpaper, but in doing so I may run the risk of making myself even more blue.
I really do wish I was back in Rotorua, looking out to Mokoia Island, sipping tea and kicking back with a great book.
Incidentally, this book just arrived from...
“It’s more like grace, not earned but bestowed.” A blogger writing about the comfort she receives from the affection shown by her dog. Beautifully put. (Link to come.)
