Reading again and a serendipitous gift (the best kind)

Copies of Joey and the Jet boat are travelling with me just in case I find the right person for them.  I was thinking a young child rather than the Swiss primary school teacher who shared her collection of German children’s books with me and I was able to add Joey and the Jet boat to her collection of English children’s books.  That is the kind of gift-giving I like: a children’s book lover who was familiar with the Queenstown setting of the book.

a page from Zwei Mäuse auf dem Mond.  The two mice are climbing a ladder up to the moon
the two mice are on their way to the Moon from Zwei Mäuse auf dem Mond by Lucia Scuderi

Now I am back to reading children’s books.  Simple language and illustrations tell stories about pirates, happy bears and adventurous mice going to the moon.  The reading is slow but provides a safe space for me to sound out the words.  I enjoy decoding the words into the story, taking in the little lessons behind each tale and learning to read German.

I must be a read-write learner because listening and speaking German is so difficult.  People speak too fast and I only end up with the last two words of their sentence to decipher.  The sounds are difficult to speak and I am constantly sounding out my vowels – a, e, i, o, u, just like when I was learning Māori at school.  German is consistent with Maori vowel sounds but German has extra vowel sounds to clarify the pronunciation ä, ö and ü.

It is a very phonetic language and if I hold my mouth the right way I can sound out my words, but the grammar offers different challenges.  I did not know there were so many variations of a verb and the German language enjoys joiningwordstogether to make one big word.

Mark Twain describes it beautifully in his 1880 essay titled “The Awful German Language”

Surely there is not another language that is so slipshod and systemless, and so slippery and elusive to the grasp. One is washed about in it, hither and thither, in the most helpless way; and when at last he thinks he has captured a rule which offers firm ground … He runs his eye down and finds that there are more exceptions to the rule than instances of it

Get out of the warm bath, it’s starting to cool

It is so easy to fall back into the groove and forget your priorities – exploring people and places … and take photographs

A 10-week house-sit brought me back to Auckland in January.  Auckland is my hometown and I settled quickly – I knew the people and I knew the places.  I was so comfortable that I forgot to ‘explore’.  I became afraid this comfortable “warm bath” feeling may become the norm and I would really “settle”. Continue reading “Get out of the warm bath, it’s starting to cool”

Moushka, a sweet Sydney Silkie

A small terrier with a large family who will miss her

Unfortunately, I have another dog to farewell. Moushka was my first official pet sit in 2015. I also sat with her on my 22nd and 33rd pet sit.

The housesitting ad said, “To care for one small elderly dog”. Moushka was 15 years old Continue reading “Moushka, a sweet Sydney Silkie”

Stella, the innocent, mischievous Lagotto Romagnolo, sadly missed

My condolences go to Christine, Tim and Stella’s other companions – Joey, Coco, Magic, Gibbston and Clyde. She will be sadly missed.

She eyed me warily as I entered her house.  It was the eyes I first noticed about Stella, they contained a hint of fear.

But as she saw me accepted by her other family members they changed to an intelligent mischievous look. Continue reading “Stella, the innocent, mischievous Lagotto Romagnolo, sadly missed”

Stage 2 de-clutter – the patchwork goes

I am ready for more de-cluttering. I can let go of my fabric and colours

It is time.  I am ready.  I now know that I do not need all that fabric – truly.  Yes, it is beautiful but it has been superfluous for many years now and someone else can add it to their collection or perhaps they may even cut it into little bits and sew them back together again. Continue reading “Stage 2 de-clutter – the patchwork goes”

on my book shelf is “Dear World, how are you?”

This is an amazing story of a small boy’s quest “to write to somebody in every country in the world, to learn about the world, help people understand each other and make the world a better place”

I first saw “Dear World, How are you? in the Nelson library (libraries are good places to visit when you’re new to an area.  They are abundant on local information).  Displayed with the new books, the byline read “The true story of a little boy on a big quest” – how could I resist? Continue reading “on my book shelf is “Dear World, how are you?””