Trevor’s funeral was full of love, family memories, and so much more .I drove there safely, home safely, and negotiated all city traffic with great care. On Monday Elaine took me round Papakura, past our home where we lived from 1962 for some years. All the paddocks are now filled with homes, factories, there are new streets, subdivisions, and so much change.
The flight home was smooth, and what a huge dump of snow on the Central Plateau. AirNZ people were so helpful, and changed my seat to the left side, so I could get photos.
Snow below Mt Tongariro.
Mt Ngauruhoe, a total white-out and too much cloud to see any of the mountains very clearly.
Coming down, the Ruahine Ranges in the distance, under that cloud was more snow.
Did I mention that the Flight Attendants are so helpful? Coming home I was last off, as my seat was right up at the front? One carried my bag, and passed it down the steps to another? I didn’t see the pilots this time.
Home to reality. On Wednesday I went to visit a dear friend, company for her daughter who drove us both there. Jeanette has not been well for some time, and this was a sad few hours, as we talked, staff came in, finished their shift, came in again, nurses attended to her, and finally we left. Jeanette passed away, very peacefully, early Thursday morning. It was an honour and a privilege to have been a carer for her a few years ago. Joyce and I shared this between us, and we learnt so much during that time. Lessons in life ,we learnt so much, valued each day with Jeanette, and treasure our memories.
I drove south to Porirua, on Thursday, a little way North of Wellington, to see the surgeon for a final check-up and discharge to our GP .All went well, Hugh has some limitations clearly spelt out, no heavy lifting, no digging in the garden, no twisting or turning, this is for some weeks, till all is healed internally.A challenge is ahead!!!
We have had a run of cold mornings and frosts. Did Ginger Boy ( or Max by another name) walk carefully on the grass, not through the frost? He has a thick winter coat, and little Boris loves to play, getting the odd cuff or smack from the older boy now and again.
Quotation of the day, from Socrates
“ Be slow to fall into friendship; but when thou art in, continue firm and constant.
Greetings from Jean