This guy graduates from high school this weekend and then jets off to South Korea Monday with his little brother for tae kwon do training. Here are 2 TBT pictures taken June 11, 2011, right after the boys earned their white belts (the first belt you earn in TKD), Ethan is on the left. So proud of him and the funny, unique man he is becoming – the Hawaiian shirt and pineapple were his idea for his casual look during his senior photo session.
In keeping with November and NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month), where participants attempt to write a 50,000 word novel over the course of the month, April is NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. I’m thinking about participating again to see if I can write more than the 12 poems I did in 2014. Are any of you planning on doing that?
April 1 also marks the start of the 100 Day project, which I participated in in 2015, with 100 days of fiber art. Wait, that’s not entirely accurate. In 2015, the 100 day project started on April 1, I found out about it from someone I follow on Instagram, and followed along through The Great Discontent. Since then, I think there have been a number of 100 day project efforts, some of them even by lone people challenging themselves. In any case, that’s on my mind as well. I don’t think I could manage 100 days of poetry, but another 100 days of fiber art might be fun and interesting and inspiring.
Back to poetry. I know none of you signed up to read my poetry. I have to say there’s nothing worse than surprise bad poetry (and no one thinks their poetry is bad), but mine really isn’t that bad – I started out as a Creative Writing major focused on poetry before coming to my senses and switching to Rhetoric (in the classical sense, not the way the media uses the word today). So. I guess to warn you all that I may do NaPoWriMo and I may start posting poems, here’s one (unedited) from my 2014 effort.
The rivers are liquid again
but the puddles still freeze in the mud on the driveway.
In the morning, I stomp on the air bubbles frozen in them
while I wait for the bus to take me to school.
I make the rounds in the yard every day:
the crocuses planted by the foundation are up,
but the daffodils by the stone wall are not.
The lily of the valley bed
still has snow: it’s in the shadow of the house,
but each day it melts a little so that last year’s leaves,
bowed down under the weight of winter, are slowly revealed.
This is just the beginning.
But there will be an ending too:
after the rain overfills the brook and the pond,
the weight of the water will break the dam and my heart.
It’s been quite a while since my last knitting-related post. I’m still working on my Bohus cardi, The Green Wood. I started knitting the sleeves after we got back from New Zealand and I can’t say that they’re going as quickly as I would like. I’ve been distracted from knitting since we got back; since the election, I’ve been making phone calls, sending emails, signing petitions, and more in hopes of keeping our new president in check. I also marched in the Women’s March on Washington (it was amaaaazing and overall a very positive experience; the only downside is that I’m an introvert, so the crowds were a little difficult for me to deal with but it was worth it!) and am keeping up with 5 activist groups on Facebook, all related to the Pantsuit Nation/Together We Will/Women’s March movement. If you’d like more info on the groups or how to pitch in, let me know!
Back to knitting and what I’ve been doing while knitting. I started the sleeves while watching new episodes of Sherlock, but instead of finding them clever and delightful, I found them repetitive and not boring, but like they’re covering the same old ground again and again. Somehow the first 2 seasons managed to make old ground fresh again; not so the last 2 seasons. In season 3, Mary Watson and Mrs. Hudson were the only characters I was watching for; now I’m left with Mrs. Hudson. Unless someone convinces me that the last two episodes of season 4 are worth it (and not just for a gander at Benedict Cumberbatch), I’m not wasting my time with watching them.
Instead, I switched to The Fall, which has been on Netflix in the US for forever. I’ve loved Gillian Anderson since the first season of the X-Files when they were first televised and she is stellar in this series. All 3 seasons of the show were compelling, although some of the characters are rather flat and predictable, and I almost wish for new seasons focused on a fresh crime/suspect.
I’ve also been reading a lot on my Kindle while knitting since I’ve been back. I borrowed A Storm of Swords from the library to take with me on vacation and finished it in the motel in Rotura (though I didn’t knit while reading it). When I got back, I borrowed A Feast For Crows and finished it the other day. Martin can be a very compelling writer, but he also gets bogged down in detail that doesn’t contribute a whole lot to the story, especially in A Feast For Crows, so I admit there were a few chapters that I skimmed (particularly one of the chapters about the commander of an Ironborn ship and bits and pieces of Cersei chapters). Thanks to free previews of HBO, I’ve watched the TV series halfway through season 6 so am just now (I think) at about the same place in the plot in both mediums, despite the divergence the series takes from the book. Arya and Brienne of Tarth are two of my most favorite characters – I suppose that’s not all that surprising.
I also bought an An Unquiet Mind to read while on vacation since it wasn’t available in my library’s digital collection. I’m 85% through the book and highly recommend it for anyone interested in bipolar disorder both from a clinical viewpoint and as a first-hand account – the author, Kay Redfield Jamieson, is a leading researcher of the disease and suffers from it herself.
I’m not sure what I’m going to read next; I keep ordering books (actual books, not Kindle books) from Amazon and have a stack of them to keep me busy, including Pema Chodron’s Start Where You Are: A Guide to Compassionate Living and Children’s Stories from the Northern Legends. I do know what I’m going to watch next, though; I’m excited to watch more of Victoria (I watched the first episode) so I can swoon more over Rufus Sewell.
Writing this last NZ travelogue post means that the trip is really really over, so I’ve been putting it off even though I’ve now been back from the trip for as long as we were gone. Goodbyes are hard.
Our last full day in New Zealand we took it easy: we slept in and were so slow in getting up that we missed the dim sum reservation that Gloria made for us at Grand Park Chinese Seafood Restaurant and had to wait in line with all the other walk-ins. No matter – the live seafood tanks and people watching provided lots of entertainment while we waited.
Gloria did the ordering and we didn’t have anything to eat that we didn’t like. On the other hand, there were a few things I didn’t try, like the chicken feet that Gloria’s daughter Elizabeth went to town on – they are her favorite. I did try durian in a pastry, my first durian experience. Apparently baking it helps diminish the smell some, but believe me, it didn’t smell any where near as enticing as it tasted. We also had the Chinese version of mochi ice cream, which is essentially the same as the Japanese version, although the dough wrapper was a bit thinner and more elastic than the Japanese version. Tasty!
Fortified, we went to Sylvia Park, New Zealand’s largest mall/shopping centre, on the hunt for souvenirs and things unique to the country – at that point, we had visited a total of 3 gift shops (Waiotapu Thermal Park, Hobbiton, Waitangi National Reserve) but some of us (not me) managed to not get the things we needed. So Sylvia Park is just like US malls – not that different. I saw this athletic shoe store and immediately snickered at the name, forgetting that they were once as big in the US as Foot Locker is now.
I also saw this notebook, which I probably should have gotten because I think it’s funny, though I need another notebook like I need a hole in the head. I may be able to find it online; I haven’t looked yet.
After visiting a New Zealand souvenir shop, we stopped at Pak N Save, the grocery store attached to the mall. We bought a lot of chocolate, most of it Whittaker’s, and a selection of exotic Kit Kats.
After the mall, we went to a store (whose name I’ve forgotten) where I could buy yarn; it was kind of a combination of Michaels, Jo-Ann, Bed Bath and Beyond, and Party City. They had the usual craft store brands (Lion Brand, Red Heart, Patons, etc.) and a shelf of NZ yarn, mainly merino blends. I got a friend 3 skeins of a merino and possum blend (possum, not opossum).
We went home, Gloria made a quick and easy (so she said) fried rice dinner for us, we regrouped, and headed into downtown Auckland to watch the sunset, but really, we ended up eating dessert at Joy Ice Cream. I wasn’t feeling well, a combination of feeling exhausted from the whole trip and feeling tired from taking my evening medication a little too early, so I would have liked to have coffee, but their coffee machine was broken. Sad, I went outside to wait for everyone else to order their ice cream and discovered these two bifold street signs that reminded me of Edward Gorey and made me even more sad the coffee machine was broken.
If you too are intrigued by these mystical penguins, I suggest you check out the Joy Ice Cream site; their business concept and story are intriguing and the marketing is masterful and entertaining.
Stuffed even more, we waddled around the Viaduct area. I took a few pictures, most of which were not worthy of posting here. This one is neat though!
We found another New Zealand gift shop and spent at least 30 minutes perusing everything. I indulged in buying one of those U shaped pillows for sleeping on airplanes for the trip home, the boys got some souvenirs, and then we headed home for the night.
Our last morning in New Zealand was filled with packing, making sure we had everything, making sure the dirty clothes and clean clothes were separated, making sure our carry-on bags had everything needed. Right before we left, Henry (my youngest) and Ronald (our host Melanie’s youngest) exchanged Skype info. We said our final good byes, and squeezed into Gloria’s people mover (minivan) to head to the airport while Ronald and Elizabeth stayed with Elizabeth’s grandmother Susie (who was such a sweetheart – she was one of the highlights of the trip for me).
Gloria got us situated at the airport and we said our final good byes. While using my free 30 minutes of internet, I discovered that an old friend messaged me on Facebook: another old friend who I haven’t seen for 20+ years and her husband were also in the Auckland airport heading home to Leeds. I kept an eye out for her and lo and behold, we ran into each other! It was such a thrill to run into someone like that and also great to catch up with her and meet her husband. I’ve always admired her and taken courage from her, so it was a great full-circle thing for me. Our gates were close, but not together so we said good bye and promised to keep in touch on Facebook. The rest of the travel was pretty mundane, but I recorded the take off from Auckland airport (my favorite part of any plane ride) and some pictures of the sunset over the Pacific.
After our most busy day on the trip on New Years Day, January 2 found us limping along. Or at least I was limping along. We were all tired and cranky, and Mr. Q and I started the day of pretty tensely because of some petty disagreement the previous day whose origins I can’t even remember. We left the motel around 8:30 and headed to McDonalds for a quick breakfast. This particular McDonalds had the usual counter with the addition of a separate counter for the McCafé, which featured fresh-baked items, special sandwiches (like Starbucks sandwiches but better), and espresso-based drinks. Like every other place in NZ serving coffee, they had a coffee grinder and an actual espresso machine (not a fake, instant coffee espresso machine). I ordered a latté or a flat white (I can’t remember which) and a blueberry muffin and this is what I got:
I wish McDonalds in the US had McCafés like these. They also had several touchscreen stations available where you could place your order instead of talking to a person at the counter. The novelty of ordering this way slowed us down and breakfast ended up taking much longer than I think Melanie anticipated. I think she was trying to get us to Waiotapu Thermal Park in time to see one of the geysers erupt, which we did manage to do – it was Lady Knox Geyser and I only took one pre-eruption picture. The viewing amphitheater was mobbed with people, standing (and kneeling) room only and it was so difficult to get a clear picture of the eruption that I didn’t even bother. I also have to say that once you’ve seen Old Faithful erupt, you’ve seen them all, though the story behind the discovery of this geyser is interesting.
Then we walked/hiked a long loop through the park. I took a lot of pictures and some videos, most of them people-free. A lot of my vacation pictures are people-free; I want to remember what it was like to be at these places, to see these things first-hand, and for me that involves pictures that try to make it look like I was the only person there. The park was mobbed, not quite at Disney during peak season levels, maybe Disney in off-season levels. Crowds like that tend to clump together naturally so there were lulls and I got some great pictures and video. Here’s my favorite video, of the Champagne Pool. My apologies for not turning my phone on its side; I’m an amateur videographer and didn’t realize this would limit the videos best viewing experience to phones/pads. The video really looks best in HD on youtube.
Here’s a selection of some of my favorites from Waiotapu Thermal Park; you can see the whole album (and all the videos) on flickr.
I have to say these panoramas looks fantastic on Facebook and not so fantastic here. Facebook has a thing where you can rotate and pan panoramas so the perspective looks right.
After having lunch at the park café, we headed off to Hell’s Gate for the mud bath and sulfur spa. My husband has all the pictures of this adventure – I didn’t dare bring my phone that close to a source of obvious destruction. The mud bath wasn’t quite what I thought it would be, more like a hot tub with access to a small clay tub instead of a bubbling pool of mud. The package we bought gave us 20 minutes in the mud bath, then a quick shower to lull us into thinking we washed all that clay off, a plunge into the cold pool, which has a waterfall, and then unlimited time in the sulphur spa, a large stinky hot tub. I tried not to think of all the people who were in these spas before me or the last time they were cleaned. It was neat to play with mud and the sulfur smell didn’t bother me as much as it bothered others with us, which is a good thing: our swimming togs still smell like sulfur and in trying to get them clean, we’ve collectively contaminated 2 other loads of laundry with the smell.
After Hell’s Gate, our squeaky clean but smelly party headed back to Rotorua. It was late afternoon by this point but the weather was better than it had been the previous day, so everyone that wanted to went back to the Luge. I opted to go to the grocery store for snacks with Melanie and Gloria, then back to the motel for a shower and relaxation until everyone was done luging. The grocery store was interesting; I somehow thought it would be set up differently from an American grocery store, but nope – same general layout that I’ve seen at home. Interestingly, there was an America shelf in the international section.
Notably, all the soda in NZ is made with real sugar. All the soda in the US is made with high fructose corn syrup. The America shelf inaccurately stocks sugar Coke, not HFCS Coke. Although I suppose one could argue it’s the America shelf, not the North America shelf or even the United States of America shelf and therefore it’s accurate. Don’t mind me, I’m just bitter about paying a premium for soda made with sugar, not HFCS. (Yes, there’s a taste & mouth feel difference to me.)
Other memorable things we saw this day: The Mystery Machine.
Other memorable things I ate:
I also tried a Cadbury Picnic bar on the way to Tairua on our second day in NZ. My review: the caramel & peanuts eclipse the crisp of the wafer cookie (like the cookie in a Kit Kat). The overall construction of the bar was not the greatest; chocolate covering the peanuts and caramel cracked and broke off outside the biteline when I bit into it, and was messy. The caramel was hard enough to stick to my teeth, which I suppose made it last longer. Just the one candy bar was enough. Perhaps there are conditions in which a Picnic bar must be eaten properly, like maybe it needs to be warmed slightly or broken apart in the package instead of bitten into or something along those lines?