Sunday, January 21, 2018

The annual increasing number: 59

Well, today is the day: My birthday. I always say that having a birthday is better than the alternative, because it is. But the truth is that some birthdays are easier than others, and, for me, the “nine” birthdays are particularly difficult. This was one of those.

This year I turned 59, which means I’m now in my sixtieth year, and my next birthday will be a big one. Similarly, this is my last birthday starting with a “5”. This is a difficult thing to get used to.

Turning 9 and 19 were the only “nine” birthdays I didn’t mind: Like a lot of kids, I wanted to be older, so turning 10 was great. When I was a teenager, especially toward the end of those years, I was frustrated by feeling older than I was, so I was glad to enter my 20s.

29 was the turning point. I embraced the acceptance that came from being in my 30s, even as I was sorry to see my 20s, and my youth (symbolically) go. 39 was worse, 49 worse still, and now 59. I can only imagine how 69, 79, 89 (?) will be like.

On the other hand, the year following a “nine” birthday is usually fine. Part of that comes from having a year to get used to the idea, after any angst around the “nine” birthday. So, next year and my 60th at the end of it ought to be fine. Well, I think it will be. I hope so.

This year my birthday fell on a Sunday, and that’s always a weird day: People can’t really celebrate on a Sunday like they can on a Saturday, so we went out to lunch today with some of the family. It was really nice, and being low-key was probably perfect for a “nine” birthday. It helped that the weather, though really hot, was also really nice today.

Birthdays are, as I often say, a sort of personal New Year, “a chance to reflect on my personal year just past, and look toward my personal year now beginning,” as I put it last year. It’s no secret that last year was very difficult for me. In fact, things still are difficult. The reason for that is the ongoing medication problem I talked about last month, something that’s still not resolved.

The most obvious result of that is that I simply haven’t felt up to blogging, podcasting, or making videos. I still want to do those things, but most of the time I just don’t have the energy. I haven’t even finished my office project (not entirely because of a lack of energy—time has been short the past week, too). This has got to change.

Last year at this time I felt much better. In fact, I felt pretty great right up until the medication they put me on in March last year. It’s been rough since then.

Still, I’ve made what changes and allowances I can in order to ease the path a little bit. For example, I again started using my laptop to write blog posts, which just seems so much less physically challenging than going to my office. But even that isn’t that simple: Upstairs is air conditioned, and my office isn’t.

The larger point here is that I’m aware that in some ways things are not as good this year as they were last year at this time. But Nigel is, as always, my rock and my safe harbour, and he makes it possible for me to face challenges. Add the support of family and friends, and things are actually much better than they otherwise would be, and better than they sound. That’s important.

So, this year may not seem as chirpy and cheery as other years, and maybe they can’t all be anyway. But it’s still far better than what some people face, and I’m really lucky that’s wrong can be fixed, and will be. Those are the points that matter.

Now, if I could just blog a bit more this year, that’d be great.

Here’s my annual birthday selfie:

The Illinois Route 59 sign is a public domain graphic available from Wikimedia Commons. I’ve driven on the northern parts of that road.

My Previous Birthday posts:

2017: The annual increasing number: 58
2016: The annual increasing number: 57
2015: The annual increasing number: 56
2014: The annual increasing number: 55
2013: The annual increasing number: 54
2012: The annual increasing number
2011: The annual increasing number
2010: The annual increasing number
2009: Happy Birthday to Me…
2008: Another Birthday

How the day began

I wasn’t in a hurry to get up this morning—it’s my birthday, after all—but when I woke up, I realised some things. First, my feet were hanging off the bottom of the bed. Second, Bella was on my pillow above my head (photo above). The second explained the first.

Bella did this all the time last winter, and I didn’t mind: It kept the top of my head warm where, maybe, my own “fur” once did. She’s started doing this again recently, maybe because the air conditioning in the bedroom is making it a bit too cool for her. Dunno—that’s a guess. But lately every time I wake up in the morning—sometimes during the night—she’s asleep on my pillow at the top of my head. I don’t mind, really, especially because she doesn’t attack me when I move and bump her in my sleep.

I haven’t talked much about Bella recently, not really since we thought she might be on her way out a couple months ago. As it happens, she had a diarrhoea attack and was fine immediately after—this time, anyway. Still, she’s very thin, not grooming as much as she used to, and often tears out her fur from scratching too much. So, she has bald patches (the fur grows back, of coruse). She’s clearly elderly, and not well, but she’s also happy and not in any pain or discomfort, so we’ll take that. As long as she’s happy, we’ll give her the space to be happy.

And that means letting her sleep on my pillow, against the top of my head. I don’t really mind. And, it was a nice start to my birthday.

Saturday, January 20, 2018

Birthday eve

Today was my birthday eve. I joke about it, but it’s not actually a “thing” and I don’t take it seriously—except in that it reminds me that the next day is my birthday. Whether that’s a good thing or not depends on the year.

As it happens, today was an ordinary Saturday, with some laundry to do, including hanging washing on the line (like in the second photo in the post the end of December). And then putting some things in the dryer to finish them off (I sincerely hate crispy towels). It was also a very hot day at our house.

My mother-in-law, who is visiting at the moment, made us dinner tonight (vegetarian, even!), so I didn’t even need to do that. I could, however, have a few celebratory wines, since my actual birthday is on a Sunday, and no one has such drinks on a Sunday… well, I could do, of course, but not alone.

We don’t have specific plans for tomorrow, apart from going out for lunch to celebrate my birthday (and obviously that will be blogged and maybe Instagrammed). It’s not a significant birthday this year, and yet, I always celebrate my birthdays because the only way to stop having birthdays isn’t an option. Mind you, some years that’s easier than other years.

We can’t stop time, and we can’t stop birthdays. How we react to those facts is pure choice, in my opinion, and I choose to be positive.

So, I choose to acknowledge my “birthday eve”, even though I don’t take it seriously and it’s just for fun. Isn’t that what birthdays should be?!

Care enough to be a cop

The video above is an ad currently running on New Zealand television, and it’s brilliant. It is trying to recruit New Zealanders to join the police, a worthy goal in itself, but it appeals to younger people and also manages to capture so much “new Zealandness” that it’s hard to choose what to talk about.

The physicality of the ad—so many people running!—will appeal to young and fit New Zealanders, but Kiwi humour is throughout the ad, from the very first scene—the “Sh!” to the pipers. The absolute quintessential Kiwi humour is in the scene where the cop interacts with a woman pulling a tyre tied to her waist.

One of the reasons I think this ad works is very basic: It practically made ME want to join the police! Not that they want a non-fit old guy like me, but still. If it worked on me, it will work on others.

There’s a longer cut available on YouTube, but I honestly think this shorter cut is better: Sharper, more focused, and the humour is allowed to shine through better. In short, it’s just better.

The New Zealand Police have had their ups and downs in public perception, but they are among the very least corrupt anywhere in the world, and police on the streets are never the problem (higher-ups, as is so often the case throughout the developed world, can sometimes be). But we need more New Zealanders to join the police in order to improve it (a large number of cops come from overseas because not enough Kiwis are applying).

I like to see government agencies engage in the real world, not deal in platitudes and imaginary ideals of what is proper. This ad is an example of how to deal with real people in the real world. It’s pretty great, really.

Monday, January 15, 2018

Back to it?

All summer holidays must come to an end, sooner or later. In New Zealand, time was nearly the entire country shut down from Christmas until the end of January, but those days are over. Mostly. And not for me.

As it happens, I don’t go back to work until the beginning of February, thanks to the arrangement of dates and the fact the project I work on every month skips January. It’s a good chance for me to get some projects done around the house, and every year I set out to do that. Sometimes I even succeed. This has already been one of those years.

Last week, I talked about my office reorganisation project, and the barriers to completing it. I didn’t mention one weird obstacle: I couldn’t find a Sharpie, and I knew we had at least four—somewhere. Today I went and bought a different sort of marker (only because the store didn’t sell Sharpies), and I was ready to finish that part of the project.

I wanted the marker so I could write on a scrap piece of paper what years were in the plastic box, which I then folded and faced outward so the signs could be read theough the transluscent plastic. So today I finished the re-boxing of all those receipts and statements I’d sorted, and I even wrote down the destuction date so I don’t have to do the arithmetic later on (because, reasons).

Now, I have little bits of detritus to box up, something I started this afternoon. These are things I want to keep (like political ephemera, for example, something I’ve collected for decades, though I have virtually nothing left of what I had in the USA), but that I don’t need close at hand. That’s a small job, really, and something I’ll complete tomorrow.

In the first few days of the new year, a friend mentioned on Facebook that he was seeing a lot of stuff about decluttering in his newfeed and he wondered why. I pointed out that he was probably seeing it because getting organised is a common New Year’s Resolution. But, in truth, decluttering has been popular on various Internet sites—especially Pinterest and YouTube—for a long time now.

There are a lot of different approaches to this sort of thing, such as, some people merely want to be better organised, as they define that, others want less “stuff”, among other things. As a 22-year-old, I was intrigued by Henry David Thoreau and his talk of people possessing no more than they could carry on their backs. He also coined, “simplify, simplify”, though I think most people wouldn’t take that to mean eat only once a day or have only five plates as he did. Still, the ideas are interesting, if somewhat difficult to achieve in the modern world.

Today I saw a somewhat extreme variations on this “simplify” riff. Called “Swedish Death Cleaning”, it’s basically about getting rid of more and more stuff, starting around age 50, so that our children don’t have to spend hours after we die going through stuff that means nothing to them. I had two completely different reactions to this notion.

First, I frankly resent the assertion I have a moral duty to live like a monk in order to make things easier for my survivors. I have no children, so chances are that if I’m the last one to go, it’ll be some company hired by my estate executor and paid to come in and look for things of value to sell, everything else going to the tip. How is that my problem, and who am I inconveniencing? It’s not, and no one.

My other thought was that—up to a point—this makes some sense. It’s always good to get rid of truly useless stuff, and a good idea to leave explicit intructions as to how to get rid of anything for which we have very specific wishes. If anything. Mainly, though, I want to get rid of stuff and simplify for MY sake.

I often think of the quote from William Morris, a Victorian textile designer and artist (among other things…) who said: “If you want a golden rule that will fit everybody, this is it: Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.”

I often think of this when I see home renovation/decoration stuff, whether on TV, the Internet, or in a magazine. I think about it most frequently when I see the artwork used, often chosen for colour alone, and I think, why?! Sometimes useful things can be beautiful (however we define that), but what we personally think is beautiful is all that matters. To me, Morris’ Golden Rule is always useful when decorating, and also when deciding what to keep and what to discard.

Except when it’s not.

I often remind Kiwis that when they need to connect with earlier phases of their lives, especially childhood and young adulthood, they can easily do so: They can visit the town where they grew up, the schools they attended, the houses where they lived. I can’t do that without spending thousands and thousands of dollars and days—maybe weeks—of my time.

Instead, I have three boxes and bit more.

In this reorganising I’m doing, the stuff I’ve accumulated in the past 22+ years is fair game, but anything before that? Out of bounds. Forbidden. Getting rid of stuff and reducing the weight (literal and figurative) of that stuff is a worthy goal, but life touchstones do matter to most of us, and for me they’re contained within three boxes (and a very few books)—three boxes that aren’t going anywhere. Some day my executors can worry about them.

I’ve actually—What? Enjoyed?—this process of getting rid of stuff. It’s liberating. I can see how my office space, once emptied of junk, will make it easier for me to feel creative and to do something about it. These have been goals for years, and they are now within reach.

And the best part is that my summer break isn’t even over yet.

Friday, January 12, 2018

A day out

Today was a day out. The caption for the photo above pretty much explains what we were doing out and about early in the morning, but it was a good a day even despite the early start. And, it taught me a thing or two.

My breakfast of sweetcorn fritters is one of my go-to meals at a café because it’s not eggs, not over the top (usually), and I like the various ways it’s done. And for me, that was pretty much all there was to it until my sister posted a question: “Aren't corn fritters a Southern dish over here?” I didn’t know. So, I looked it up. Of course.

It turns out that, yes, corn fritters are made in the Southern (especially) USA, and the main difference between theirs and ours is that theirs includes butter, and ours doesn’t [Edmonds provides a classic Kiwi sweetcorn fritter recipe]. In most NZ cafés, the fritters are more like pancakes, and one near our hosue uses a waffle maker to make theirs (probably with butter…), which works surprisingly well. The best corn fritters I’ve had (so far) are still from the place I blogged about nearly three years ago.

After breakfast, we ran a couple errands (dog food and grocery shopping, mostly) before heading home. We were almost no sooner in the door before Nigel got a message that his car was ready. I put the groceries away, we rested a bit, then headed back out.

We had lunch in Pukekohe (just fast food, so, not Instagram-worthy…), stopped for a couple more retail errands, and then went to pick up Nigel’s car. Then, we went home, and our errands were done.

All in all, a productive day. We ordered some fencing for a project we’ll be doing soon, but that won’t be delivered until next week, which is fine. And we would’ve needed the dog food tomorrow, so that was important. But, we also got to have a nice breakfast out together, at a Pukekohe café we’d never been to before. The best part is, there are a lot more left to explore.

I’d never had corn fritters until I came to New Zealand, and until today I never really knew all that much about them. Having a day out can be a good thing for many reasons.

Thursday, January 11, 2018

In his shoes

The video above is a New Zealand public service TV ad. This country has a long history of running somtimesd confronting ads promoting road saftey, one way or another. In that sense, this ad is just another of those. And yet, it’s not.

In past years, the road safety ads were often quite graphic—though not as graphic as Australian road safety ads of the same period. That ended around the turn of the century when the NZ ads stopped being so graphic, and instead began to use humour or matter-of-fact delivery, but not any crash-related injury or death was usually just implied.

This ad revives some of the techniques of the original ads, including graphic depictions of crash scenes and their aftermath. Having the main actor speaking directly to the camera is a little unusual for these ads, though. In this case, it featured a cop showing the consequences of too much speed, which the NZ Police has said is a factor in nearly all crashes, even when it’s not the main cause, by which they mean it makes crashes worse, with more injury and even deaths than may have happened at lower speeds. This is a debatable assertion, but the point of the ad is to get people to see that there are consequences to driving too fast. That’s a very worthy goal in itself.

Favourite line: “Everyone thinks they drive well. But I’ve never seen anyone crash well.”

Very true, that.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018


Auckland emerged from the storm in one piece, and so did we. However, by the time the storm passed, I was already getting sick. Saturday evening I finally wandered out to look at the damage (photo above), but that was hard work. Now, I’m recovering, too. With a bonus epiphany.

The caption on the photo pretty much explains what I saw, but I was in no condition to do anything about it. We fixed the damage yesterday.

Meanwhile, on Sunday I felt awful. I don’t think I got out of my chair all day. However, I suddenly felt fine later that evening—the first time all year. Actually, it was the first time since late last year that I felt totally fine (we’ve previously established that I make that sort of New Year joke, but this has been my only opportunity this year; I wasn’t going to miss it).

I woke up during the night feeling yucky, so I took a couple paracetamol. When I got up a couple hours later, I felt okay again. I was fine until afternoon, when I felt yucky again, and popped a couple paracetamol again. Yesterday and today I’ve felt basically okay.

This has meant I just didn’t feel up to doing all the physical work I’d planned for my office project, so, as I said in my previous post, I did what I could. That meant sitting quietly on the floor sorting through all the unfiled receipts and statements I’d had boxed up, sometimes for years. Progress was slow, but steady.

In the process I came up with a solution. I took small plastic lidded bins I’d just emptied, and started putting the sorted papers in year older, the oldest on top. Each January 1, I discard everything that’s more than seven years old (so, anything from 2010 or earlier can go; one year from now, 2011 can go, and so on). This way I need three of the plastic boxes plus one small one for last year.

As I did this, I had an epiphany when I realised this will be the last time I’ll ever have such a huge job to do, and not because of a sudden change of behaviour to be thoroughly organised: We don’t get bills or statements in the mail anymore, so there will be very little to file. In fact, the current year’s file is just a plastic sorting folder, something I’ll never fill up during the year.

This also means I no longer need the filing cabinet where I filed bills and statements as they came in, but the bigger story there is that I’ll never have to sit and file receipts again—easily the houseold job I despise most of all and put off endlessly. Instead, I can take each folder, distribute the contents to the appropriate year’s box, and then the drawer will be empty. I DO have archival stuff, mostly samples of things I’ve done, that I want to keep, and the filing cabinet will be good for that, I think.

All of this has happened because nearly all our statements and bills are now online. I keep them on my computer, but if there’s a disaster and I lose them I can just download them again. This is one way win which this digitial age has made my life so much better.

And I probably realised all of this because I was sick. If I’d been 100%, I’d have just moved everything out of my office so I could reorganise it, but since I couldn’t do that, I decided to sort and purge stuff to be filed, and that gave me time to realise the fuller implications of what I was doing right then—and in the future. Sometimes being sick isn’t all bad.

In any case, I’m doing better. So is everyone else, too: The sun is shining here today.

Friday, January 05, 2018

Under the weather

Our first big storm of 2018 (the link was updated during the day) was more or less as promised. Some parts of the country, especially coastal areas, were hit hard, while inland areas faired much better. Mostly as promised.

Things were mostly pretty sedate at our house. I shot the video above this morning, during a relative lull in the windy conditions.

The day the storm was due to arrive on Thursday, but what we got was mostly gentle, if somewhat steady, rain. The strong winds, which were supposed to arrive by around 5pm, didn’t actually show up until much later in the night. By morning, the winds were quite strong, but they started to fade by late morning/midday today.

There was rain overnight, but not the torrential rain that had been predicted—sometimes there was little to none. This afternoon and into this evening, the wind mostly faded, but it picked up again this evening. The rain this afternoon was sometimes heavier, but still nothing like what was predicted.

The winds may have damaged my tomoatoes (I haven’t been out to look yet), but the mostly gentle, and not too heavy when it wasn’t, rain will have really helped the gardens and our lawns, which were looking pretty brown. I read somewhere that we got more rain in Auckland overnight than we got in November and December combined. That sounds impressive until you find out we’re talking about around 41mm (around 1.61 inches). Clearly we had a very dry two months. That’s why the rain we got is so welcome.

The flooding from the storm hasn’t been because of rain as much as from the strong winds and king tides, which meant there was a lot more water for those winds to push around, and they did. Watching the reports on the news and looking at various photos, I couldn’t help think that this was kind of dress rehearsal for what will be common as climate change makes sea levels rise and storms much worse. But, then, New Zealand already knows that; too bad one of the countries that's a major causes of climate change is absent in the fight for the earth.

While all this has been gong on, I’ve also not been feeling well—sort of flu-y and very tired. I still worked on my office project, but doing only what I felt up to doing, and that wasn’t much. It wasn’t a good couple days for working on projects; I’ve been “under the weather” in every sense.

The centre of the storm will have moved quite a way south by tomorrow, but they’re still predicting rain for us. That’s okay, we can still use more rain. Regardless of what the weather does, though. I hope I feel better tomorrow. There are tomatoes to inspect.