Miraz Jordan

I don’t know if it was the 5 am-ness, but today’s Apple Event just filled me with yawns. I feel like I know the script off by heart — change it up, Apple. The beautiful people with their beautiful words just didn’t connect. Maybe time to be a bit less perfect?

Ahhh, spring. Westerly gales all week, including gusts last night to 87 Kph and a thunderstorm at bedtime.

I enjoyed reading The Death of an Ambitious Woman (Chief Ruth Murphy Mysteries) by Barbara Ross 📚:

the murder of one ambitious woman forces another to decide what price she is willing to pay for success.

Darn: this was only recently published so no more yet in a series.

This unusual driftwood made me think of a planet and satellite moon. The two tree bases weren’t just accidentally connected but actually grown together.

Back in 2011 I came across this Porsche Spyder and an admirer on Oriental Parade in Wellington. Quite a car!

Oshi’s latest game: go out the wide open side door, through the gate and wait mournfully in front of the closed front door.

A looong book, and not for the page count: Corpse Way (The Yorkshire Dales Mysteries Book 1) by Susan Parry. 📚

Ground through 70% then page-flipped just to find out the explanation. Reminiscent of Famous Five.

Reminder to self: don’t buy more in this series. 👎🏼

It’s been chilly and rainy the last few days which means the Tararua range has snow covered peaks, some of which we see from the east-facing deck on our house. This photo has added circular polarising filter for drama this morning.

Nothing much happening at Foxton Estuary when I biked around up there today. Felt bad my grilled fish (blue cod) and chips contributed foil, polystyrene and plastic cutlery to the planet’s burden of rubbish. At least I was back in the car before the hailstorm came through.

When I go out I give the dogs 3 instructions: no barking, no peeing, no pooping. I don’t know about the barking, but they both forgot the ‘no peeing’ injunction. 😣