According to my mother, “Swedes” are rutabagas, so we can stop worrying about the possibility of human trafficking of Nordic peoples in New Zealand. I should never have let Syd had that extra day of driving yesterday. Give her an inch; today she asked to drive yet again. I told her that I’m getting the impression she doesn’t like my driving. Still, I relented, and took my turn at the wheel only for five minutes […]
Read moreDay: July 16, 2013
Possum and Pounamu
Some of you may remember my writing about green-lipped mussels yesterday. I just received this from my sister, Betty Lou Joe Bob. This is so bizarre. Shortly after reading your shellfish entry, I heard strains of Luther Vandross coming from the upper pond. I went down to investigate and damned if this creature hadn’t washed up on the bank. Our lodging last night was surreal. Called Global Village, it was decorated with arts and crafts […]
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