Wednesday, June 03, 2015

June Rains Amaze

Another lot of Rubbish

More to add now that I have started.  Brenton Milne - Marian's eldest is about to take off for Redmond, Washington USA, as a recruit for Microsoft.  At present he is finishing an IT Project at Canterbury Uni., and is anxious to see it through to fruition. His sister, Katie is at Victoria Uni, doing Art plus Environmental Sciences, yr 2.  My brother Phil Garrett is still farming near Leeston, though he takes a back seat usually to the younger brigade - with son Andrew playing a leading role. They MUST be chewing the fingernails with the price of milk on overseas markets in the doldrums.  Luckily they are well entrenched there, not like the newly-converted farms which have huge debts to service.  
Such heavy rainfall over the last two-three days has brought floods to parts of Dunedin and further a field.  The heaviest downpours for many years saw roads become rivers and rivers become torrents. The kayakers had fun on the Leith and other "streams".  Up here in "Sunny Motueka" it has been so wet that the golf tourney has been put off till Monday.  Streams of water rushing off the hills! But sun is out today.

I must comment on the FIFA scandals.  Fancy allowing an election to proceed, then resign the presidency and few days later.  The evidence is mounting of money laundrying, kickbacks, bribes, and general dishonesty at the top of the organisation.  Sepp Blatter has been at the forefront of upgrading facilities in struggling countries, with money provided for training facilities, playing fields and coaching staff.  No wonder those countries led the way in voting him back! But to give a World Cup to the desert of Qatar, where the temperatures regularly hit 40 degrees or more was the last straw as far as the older national FA's were concerned.  Right now we are being paid to host the under 20 World Cup, only second to the Main World Cup in importance.  So many teams here to play soccer in front of reasonably large crowds [small by international standards], have already boosted the profile in NZ.
We've returned from the Founders Book Fair in Nelson, where we indulged ourselves yet again with a pile of wildly different books and magazines - all for $13.50!  Betty got herself 2 new jigsaws at Whitcoulls, and we bought Bluff oysters and a mutton bird in honour of our Southland heritage, before lashing out on a new Lazy-Boy chair for me.  It comes next week, and we have already sold off its predecessor to the local Second hand shop.  Last week I went boldly on-line and bought a new glasshouse to replace the one blown to pieces by a storm a couple of months ago - old plastic torn to shreds. The new one is polycarbonate double skin with an aluminium frame - slightly smaller but quite adequate for our needs. It comes in a couple of weeks.

Today was St Vincent de Paul Duty day, when we meet with needy people to help them out in crisis situations.  Mostly we provide food vouchers, but occasionally we supply a trailerload of firewood where needed. A busy day today there with several families coming in for help with 5-6 kids to care for.  The Government announced a $25 increase in basic benefits but - it doesn't come into play until NEXT year!!

Tonight is Amnesty International committee here in MOT. We usually do just a lot of letter writing in support of those unjustly imprisoned any where in the world.  Tonight we may have go on a fund raiser as our costs of postage are going up.  Just a small group but we do well.

Saturday, May 30, 2015

Three years later

Now it is 2015 and I am 77 years old.  Betty will be 77 in September, to join me for a few weeks at the same age.  The doctor told her this morning to "Send the old fellah in next!"
I had forgotten I had this blog started so long ago!  Time to resurrect it!  Thanks to Google and Blogspot - this is so easy to use.  Why did I forget to go back to it????
We must have made a few changes since 2012.  Addison is still our eldest great grand child, but she has been joined by Carter Ross - soon to be 1 yr old, and down south Jacob and Michelle had produced a Garrett surnamed descendant named Hudson.  I have given up remarking on the tendency to provide erstwhile surnames as given names for our descendants!  He is a bonny lad with loving parents, like the Junior Rosses here.  Jacob is on the beat as a Constable in Invercargill, and Damien is now workshop manager at Parkes Auto.  Emma married her Bill, and is now Mrs Emma Graham - now there is a reversal!  with Graham also employed as a first name elsewhere in the Garrett-Sim family tree. They have interesting jobs in Wellington. Victoria starts work at Specsavers in Nelson today, after a long stint working for her parents at the Golden Bay Pharmacy in Takaka.  She has an interest of the male kind in Nelson which explained the switch!
Rob and Vicki have shifted from Dunedin and Mosgiel to allow Rob to take up employment with The Ministry of Business, Innovation and Employment.  He is to be a team leader in the field of copyright patents protection etc, or so I understand.  They have already shifted to Blenheim from where Rob plans to fly into Wellington for the week and home to Blenheim for the weekend!  He starts on Tuesday! 1st June.  I haven't yet told Rob that a cousin, Lee Robinson also works for the same Ministry, and I must let her know too, in case they can meet up at some stage.

I heard that Helen Kelly, at present head of CTU, is suffering from cancer. It may be serious.  This fine lady deserves all our support. She has been a rock in the path of the Captains of Industry since she took up her post.  I dedicate this quote to her, and all others who are facing the possible end of their lives through illness:

The Light at the Edge

The cynic might dismiss the evidence for what really matters in life from a man who thought he was about to die, but I have more confidence in the feelings of people placed at the extremities of life than in those who are drugged by the comforts of the cosy and familiar.  There is a kind of light shining at the edge of things.  When we place ourselves at the centre the light goes out.  Our egocentrism is a great darkness.  Something moves in me when I come to the end of my rope, when I have exhausted my bag of tricks and have nothing left with which to negotiate.  New life stirs in me when my manipulative skills cut no ice.  A new light burns and shines in my soul when I am pinned to the wall.  It is in such moments that I know that “to love and to reconcile and forgive, only this matters.” It is in such moments that things begin to happen in new and unexpected ways.  When I find myself in extremis, a new light begins to dawn.  What I thought was the end is not the end after all.

Alan Jones

Passion for Pilgrimage (Harper-Collins)