paint splodges on table-top - M's working surface
I go for an early morning walk with my friend A. This morning, even at 8.00 a.m., it was very hot and still. I am due out at work on the headland in a couple of hours and I hate to think what it will be like out there for the albatrosses if the weather is the same out there. Such large birds and with thick, velvety layers of feathers, they will swelter as they sit on their nests unable to leave to go out to sea to cool off - at least not until their mate arrives back in to exchange (which can take up to a week.) It is a pitiful sight to see them sitting there, bills agape, panting like dogs. Luckily the DOC rangers have set up a watering system so that the birds can experience their own private rainfall if things get desperate.
I sat out on our back lawn in the garden seat and had a leisurely breakfast, daydreaming about our trip to Japan in September to see S&E. They are due to have a baby in June. Yes!!! I am going to be a grandmother again. My daughter R is also expecting another baby in June. The due date for both babies is within a week of each other. We are very excited. I will be a grandmother of three. My sister's daughter is also going to have a baby in June - so, my mother will then be a great-grandmother to 8.
It is cheering to dwell on family. In the end, family is what matters most.
The Maori have a saying:
Ki mai ki au, he aha te mea nui o tenei ao Maku e ki atu - he tangata, he tangata, he tangata
If you ask me what is the most important thing in this world I shall reply - it is people, it is people, it is people.
I will always remember going on a trip through Northern Southland with my in-laws, heading for Te Anau, looking at the mountains ahead of us and commenting on their beauty. My m-i-l was not exactly scathing of the mountains, but said that if they were people, she would be more interested. I thought it a strange comment at the time and one I couldn't identify with. However, maybe her point was that people are in the end what are most important. I have to admit, that a lot of the time I prefer mountains myself - at least they don't answer back. But that's just my churlish, anti-social side coming out. Most of the time I manage to keep it under control; letting the sleeping dog lie; but occasionally it wakes up and has a snarl.