Well New Zealand has a community Covid case today so: Auckland moves to alert level 3, rest of New Zealand to level 2 for a few days. Tricky virus!

Alert Level change emergency alert.

I enjoyed reading Spoils of the Dead (Liam Campbell Book 5) by Dana Stabenow. I love her descriptions of Alaska and the life there. 📚

the archaeologist is dead, murdered on his own dig site. And Liam Campbell is about to learn that he’s traded one troubled bush town for another.

Spoils of the Dead book cover.

Around 2001 compassion led us to adopt Olive the cat when her owners moved overseas from next door. However, we made a huge number of mistakes with her over the next 15+ years. She was always a difficult cat and I think that was our fault. I’d know better now. 🐈

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Black cat with toy.

I was out of the house by 6 am for the Photography Workshop at Pūkaha Wildlife centre. Home by 7 pm. Made hundreds of photos, many not successful. I really like this Kaka close-up though. It was trying to steal food from our table at the cafe.

Extreme closeup of a kaka bird with a big hooked beak.

Here’s a green gecko to make up for my blue. Look at those ‘teeth’!

Hmm. That wasn’t the Tui brewery in my last post. It was simply a Fonterra milk factory. 🤦🏽‍♀️

This is the brewery in Pahiatua where they make Tui beer. (I think)

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As my friend Rachel so rightly pointed out:

It’s a good day : because I woke up :)

Ageism is death!

I just wrote this to a friend and realised it belongs here too:

One of my latest philosophies: every wake-up is a fresh start.

It was going to be ‘every day’ but that doesn’t really account for naps. 😆

Well, this is so sporg : tomorrow I drive to Pūkaha Wildlife Reserve for a photography workshop. It’s only 42 Km away as the tūī flies, but I have to drive 125 Km thanks to the Tararua Ranges.

(I’m not sure a tūī could cross the ranges — peaks around 1500 metres high.)

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Map with route showing 125 Km journey.

On the way home one of my favourite things about living in the country: I had to stop and wait for a herd of cows to cross the road. Paddock on one side; milking shed on the other. Actually, the cow cockie stopped the cows and let me pass. I would have been just as happy to wait.

My dentist office has this handy X-ray machine stowed against the wall.

Today I had a crown put on one tooth — a very quick visit, with only a little discomfort from this second part of the procedure.

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Small x-ray camera on a long movable arm, tucked flat against a wall.

Apart from my normal backup external hard drive, I’ve accumulated 4 drives over the years which contain assorted uncatalogued stuff, often duplicated. Arrrgh! 😫 I want to use one to archive most of the stuff from my old MacBook Pro.

Now using ls -aR > file.txt to help.

Ferries cross the notorious waters of Cook Strait between Aotearoa New Zealand’s North and South Islands. In 1978 at age 15 Meda McKenzie swam across in 12 hours. Her brother:

The amount of energy you use as a swimmer is astronomical … [because you can’t stop and rest]

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Interisalnder Ferry in Cook Strait.

This is not the right time of year (🌞😎) to find muddy things in Aotearoa New Zealand, so for today’s photo prompt this portion of Mud Cake will have to do.

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A white plate with a large slice of chocolate iced chocolate cake and a scoop of ice cream.

Unfortunately people bring trail bikes and quad bikes onto the beach and they like to do ‘donuts’. It seems the sand scarabs have been getting ideas…

Sand scarab tracks that form rough circles.

It takes ages but I’ve got time… I like setting up a new Mac afresh as it gives me the chance to reevaluate settings and apps, and even what files I need. Do I really need work I did in 2010 at my fingertips, or could it just be archived? Going minimal…

Ricotta Pancakes

Inspired by @flish cooking meals from different countries and wanting a weekly ‘date’ with Deb, we’re having an International Breakfast together once a week. Today we enjoyed Italian Ricotta Pancakes which were light and tasty. We added lemon juice. We were ‘in Florence’ this morning.

Two plates with pancakes.

This year is … different. I haven’t seen or heard a frog in our garden for a while. A Southern Bell Frog, Litoria raniformis, would often jump out from something when I was gardening or weedeating or shifting stuff around. Where are they all this year? I hope they return.

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Frog in grass.

After exhausting myself washing down the east side of our house I was craving a strong brew of gunpowder green tea.

Clean wall on the left half and dirty on the right.

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Mug of tea. Clean on the left and dirty on the right.