Kiwi Tales

Thanks be given

Whilst Thanksgiving is still not considered a tradition for The Kiwi I have come to accept it as a special day for all you Americans and turkeys alike. If you get past Thanksgiving intact then you get to live another day and surely that is something to be grateful for. We didn't do the whole kit and caboodle this year. Tracy had to work and a pot luck dinner was shared by all the unfortunates who drew the short straw. We had our fill in an unceremonious fashion and I've been going from pen to paper to website surfing waiting for the hours to pass before we head home. The wine has taken effect and so has the turkey drug, its near on ten o'clock and I can almost feel myself snoring. To me Thanksgiving means being with the ones you love and if my love has to work than I am going to be there, its a long way back to Riverside from LA with a stickshift alone. So what really is Thanksgiving all about nowadays anyway. Seems to me to be a one day event doing your best to play nicely with others topped off with a huge shopping spree after midnight. Shop until you drop or get shot. Tomorrow is Black Friday...arguably the biggest shopping day of the year. But it is a different year...will people really be out there in their droves or will they have let their bodies succumb to the turkey drug and stay home belly up? I personally could think of nowhere I would rather NOT be than in the midst of a midnight sale...even if I was under the influence of turkey, its just not my cup of tea. So I am grateful to be with the one I love. It doesn't really matter where we are or the quality of the mashed potatos, the fact that we are together is what I cherish and hold high above all else. 10.06 pm and the newsroom is like a morgue. The workstation pods that house the unfortunates are backlit with computor glow, paper plates with chewed on turkey bones sit on any clear surface waiting for deadline to pass before they clear them away and head on home. The air is thick with pumpkin pie spice and I may need to go investigate. What's Thanksgiving without the trimmings eh? We are nothing without our traditions, our yearly rituals, our desire to eat some dry old bird once a year and believe it tastes nice. I still refuse to go shopping though. A gal has got to draw the line somewhere.

Back in Town

Whooooo...I have been a baddddd Kiwi
I have been absent from my blog and indeed went awol.
That does not mean I had nothing to say for those that know me know that could never be. It is just that my focus has been elsewhere and I had to go with it. That was then and this is now and I am back with a vengeance. Six weeks in New Zealand got me a little soggy and I am not talking about the fine whiskey I shared with my dear Mum each eve. NOOOO...I am talking about the rain and lack of computer access. I can hear you all say " I thought NZ was a hip, go to sort of place" Well..indeed it is. The Kiwi was staying in a retirement village where dial up was the in thing and without her Apple Mac she was dead in the water and pulling out hair. Now that is not all the Kiwi has been up to. Many a musing has taken place and I will soon share.

Last things first and our latest news is that we hosted our 2nd Art In The Yard Fall Fling and have gotten to the stage where our garden is near full with woman Artists and Crafters. It was well attended with well over 200 visitors and buyers and if I say so myself a fab day was had by one and all. Bread was broken and shared, wine flowed freely and The Kiwi stuck by her new rule of not popping a cork before noon. Now don't get me wrong. I don't do battle with the bottle despite what you read here. Its just that when I play host and promoter, not to mention vendor I get a little manic on the day and thirsty. I forget what liquid I have in my hand and find myself guzzling like a jeep out of petrol sucking up at the local gas Costco and before you know it my mind is altered. Sooo...This time was different thanks to The Yank watching me closely and limiting my supply. Speaking of The Yank. She hacked me in my absence and didn't even have the decency to write in capitols where needed grrrrrr.
I think, just between you and me that she was trying to make my blogglette look NOT so neglected. Didn't fool me, after all everyone knows that I speak and write proper Queen's English and know to start a sentence with a capital letter.