Got back from holiday land Sunday evening. Air New Zealand has excellent food. I could eat it everyday and never find myself fat or hungry :)
Things I have to show for my trip:
- A very unfinished embroidered bookmark
- 7 hours worth of scribbles in kiddie pencils on an aeroplane (they are fantastically waxy and clean. Maybe I shouldn't have spent so much on Derwents afterall...)
- New understanding of the life of H G Wells and his inspirations behind The Time Machine
- The most menacingest photo of a crocodile ever taken (he was my Aussie buddy during our time visiting the Aquarium)
- 2 Less Discworld novels to read (and rediscovered knowledge of the entire Phantom of the Opera score)
- A new-found HATRED of budgerigars
- Appreciation for art-deco
- Clothes! Stussy red tulip skirt, cargos with drawstring legs for shortening (am short.) + $20 bargain sunnies
- More relatives than I ever knew existed (Hewwo!)
- The sad knowledge that we could all be billionaires had distant relations not sold off their property for peanuts early last century
- Disillusionment over the shape of apple trees. Always thought they were neatly circular, not monstrosities ready to molest Wizard of Oz Dorothy. Much frowning.
- OMG Bamboo Fun white Wacom Tablet 9x6". OMG. What a name!
- Thought - Noah's Ark was maybe quite possibly based on fact. Have to wait and see what comes of that one
- Sooo many earrings. Thanks grandma!
- Great shots of some mixed media oils, fabric & stones on canvas paintings
- Hello, Kiwis are fuzzy and nocturnal and walk like they are on a boat. They have an acquired taste for ox tongue and muesli. Despite disliking water, they sometimes live in Aquariums.
:)
4 comments:
Good to have ya back Cat.
That budgie hatred sounds like it has a story behind it... :)
Oh, yes. Yes it does. We were staying with my grandparents, who are the proud owners of an extremely old (and docile) canary, and one delightful little blue budgie. Lack of room left me sleeping in the lounge, and the open living area meant that space leads straight to the kitchen, land of the birds. Like freaking clockwork at 7-7:30 everymorning (really only 3:30 for me on jet-lagged time) "Bobby" the budgie would great the sun and the wild birds with a chorus of 'Who's a pretty boy?' until I was very much awake and ready to MURDER. Each morning brought new unholy thoughts of plucking - would he make the perfect miniature feather boa? How about a tiny Aztec head dress...
And to make matters worse, one week was not nearly long enough to teach him "Australia for the Rugby World Cup!"
Ah yes, I am similarly afflicted. Cockatiels, actually. They were given to me by someone who should never have owned anything alive so I felt obligated to take them.
My mum has taught them this delightful medley of Dixie and Suwanee River and they kindly wake me at odd hours of the night with their lovely whistling.
I've half a mind to drive them to Australia and release them into the wild. Or swim, I suppose.
Ho hum. Yes, why are all the most irritating birds native to my backyard :( (And also bred world-wide. There is no escape!)
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