Autumn/Winter 2022 Recap - Weaving - Longish

In the last year, I learned the verb, "to bloviate". I like it, it makes me giggle; there are so many situations I could use it. And it sounds like it's related to "blog". This post is going to be one such. I'm going to sum up weaving-related stuff since my March post as best I can. (Or, since May when I resumed weaving.)

In the four months, I wove six pre-made warps/ten pieces, all on four shafts; finished most; and washed six or seven cashmere pieces I wove way back, though some are not in the photo. In some instances my beating changed so much within a piece on Ashford 8-shaft, there are a few pieces I don't know what to do. I took some of these and half a dozen too-long-on-my-couch pieces to Salvation Army in early winter. I'm now weaving another pre-made warp on the four-shaft; have a problematic warp on the 16-shaft, (see below;) and Sunflower II remains on the table loom, (too dark in the stash room to weave in the winter even with lights.)

 

At first there I wove black and/or slate pieces because they were of good quality yarns, some in my best merino, (you can't see them in the pic, sitting on a dark green chair, but I wrote my name under the bottom piece,) one white and one brown, during a rainy dark winter, in my basement. Boy, I do like to make things difficult for myself. 

Most early pieces were Dornick Twill, but the brown warp, I mixed basket weave for the bouclé warp and 2/2 twill in the regular warp. This might have been the first time I mixed structures other than plain or twill at the selvedges. The different warp yarns have very different shrinkage, so I didn't make fringes, just trimmed the tassels, but I'm worried how they would present after subsequent washing. 

I'm going to write about the red, yellow-green and teal pieces, towards the top, from a navy warp in a separate post. And then about a failed two-blocks-on-four-shaft experiment I'm weaving now, after that.

 

Few of the reasons I've been weaving exclusively on the four-shaft is a) May was late fall, and weaving standing up on jack loom proved to be good cardio workout with no heating required; b) I wanted to concentrate on some basics like tension, selvedge and beating; c) foot loom weaving is so fast; and d) I didn't want to fuss over designs. I wanted to really enjoy the act of weaving, and it worked for a while, but soon I got bored of somber colors, so I moved on to the navy warp, and incorporate more colors in between somber ones.

On the same day in May when I put on a black warp on the jack, I also put this cottolin towel warp on the 16-shaft. Back in 2014, I made two towel warps hoping to use up all the cottolins, Swedish cottons and linens, and anything else that can go into towels. And because the warps were made of leftovers, I have this lop-sided warp where, the number of ends in the stripes are not symmetrical. I've had to come up with suitable drafts, and, you guess it, I couldn't be bothered. 

Here are weft options. The other towel warp is in browns, and I can only hope stripe widths are symmetrical. At first I was thinking of fussy twills, but I might try lace or waffle or otherwise puffy structures, none of which I've woven that I can remember. 

Autumn/Winter 2022 Recap - Weeding, or River of Atmosphere - Long

I was going to tell you I am so behind in weeding, that my hellebores this year are blooming, rather well, in amongst last year's weeds. 

 

I was going to tell you in addition to my getting slower and achier and inefficient-er in the garden, I have a foot/boot problem. Last summer, I noticed the nail on the second toe on my left foot had turned black. I didn't remember banging or dropping something on it, so I waited until autumn for the white bits to reappear, but it didn't. Over time the second toe became too tender to ignore, so I started wearing Crocs while weeding, (comfy but not as suitable for slopes;) and had my GP take a look. She told me it's slow trauma, that my left boot was too small and gardening in it put a lot of stress on my left second toe over time.

I always knew one foot was one Japanese size (0.5cm) bigger than the other, and I bought shoes with that in mind, but I could seldom remember which was bigger, and it never mattered to this degree. I don't know if my left second toe grew, or my leather gardening boot/s shrunk, (they do get wet from time to time,) and luckily I don't have problems with any other shoes. Anyway, I need new gardening footwear, and until then, I'll operate in my yellow Crocs, waddling up and down the steps and slopes. (Oh, the white bits are finally reappearing.)

I was going to tell you we had a lot of rain this winter; not so much cats-dogs-and-monkeys kind, but half a day here, few hours there, every-day-for-a-week-or-two kind. Plus the occasional misty, quiet rain for hours on end. In fact, this past July was the wettest July in Nelson since 1941, while a lot of other regions rewrote records. I think August was also the wettest since 1941 in Nelson, if I remember correctly. 

 

Then came August 17. We had been told to expect much rain, so we prepared. From memory, more dire rain warning was issued for the West Coast, (urrr, to the west of us,) and wind warning for Marlborough, (to the east of us,) but once again, as for the last couple of years but certainly all winter, Nelson was to get away with rain and wind "watches" but no worse.

That Wednesday Ben had the day off, and the weather being ugly we both read books and screens but not social media. Mid-afternoon, he was startled to see a news item pop up of some homes being flooded near his work and some friends, and people being evacuated. Social Media was the only place the information could be found; flooded areas grew by the hour, followed by landslides. Not only our major streets, but roads east out of town were blocked, houses were being damaged and folks were being evacuated day and night. Evacuation Center, Information Hub, social media groups were set up quickly, I think thanks to the bush fire in February of 2019. 

 

One unoccupied house slid off the hill not too far from us, and another house was evacuated at 4AM. Hearing that, we packed a small suitcase with some change of clothes, and loaded it, sleeping bags, and our earthquake evac pack on the four-wheel drive. Ben recharged the battery of the car, because we hadn't used it in such a long time. We weren't sure if our house was eminently in danger, but knew there was a possibility, and being Japanese, disaster preparation is ingrained in us from a very early age, so we just acted on what we thought best. 

I thought about my family after the big quake/Fukushima in 2011. About a week afterwards, they evacuated to the southern city of Okayama for a short break to observe/regroup/be together. I asked them to carry their passports just in case, and prepped our home. My brother had recently moved into his family dream home, one that took years to plan; while packing for the trip, he said he contemplated not being able to return to it. Remembering that, I went around our house and took pictures in all its messy glory, because heaven forbid if it slips or gets red-stickered, we won't be able to come back, that decision would be taken away from us. A walkway nearby had trees toppling and closed. It was only the second time in my life I felt better to prepare for the worst; the first being the longest/biggest quake we were in, the 2016 Kaikoura earthquake at midnight here on my sister's birthday over there.

 

From our house, if we look to the east, we are roughly a third of a way up a hill, and above us are older roads and homes, but not so many. If we look to our south, we are perhaps a fifth to the top; there's a longish shared driveway to the road, a very steep incline with some homes, some trees, a walkway connected to the one that slipped, and a whole new subdivision further up with big newer homes. I tend to worry about new suburbs, but reading updates, I learned landslides may be harder to predict than flood, old and new suburbs were affected, and even plants said to keep soil intact were uplifted with so much rain and soil moving. Someone described it as pouring yogurt on the hill.   

Among the things we were told to observe which I can remember are: new or growing cracks on the house inside or outside; warped door and window frames; sudden appearance of puddles, or dirt piles. We spotted two cracks growing but couldn't tell whether it was in the past few days or years; some of our doors and windows frames have always been warped; after so much rain, puddles didn't help; but we didn't find dirt piles. 

Rain kept coming down, flooded areas ever expanded, hills slid in this suburb, and then in that other one. Some suburbs had to boil water, and these kept changing, while flood water was contaminated due to sewer damages. The bigger of the two pipes supplying water to Nelson City was destroyed (?) under a landslide, so everybody had to conserve water. This last one is expected to be a long-term problem with or without a drought in the coming warmer months.

 

Rain stopped sometime on the weekend, the sun came out, temperatures shot up around the country rewriting more records. The media told us we had something called Atmospheric River. Folks started cleaning up or helping others. I felt so guilty nothing had happened to us, I couldn't even say we were unaffected; I also felt terrible not volunteering, but I'm old, feeble, don't have proper footwear as it happens, and don't have skills useful in helping flood victims, so I stayed home, kept quiet, and conserved water. 

Ben told me about something called Tahunanui Slump; there is apparently an area in our suburb, but much closer to town, where there have been landslides since prehistoric times. Seriously, that's what the Internet said. But we are far enough removed that at least the Slump is unlikely to push us off. 

Road cleanup progressed at an amazing speed; in a week or eight days, by last Thursday our main road to town reopened in one direction, albeit with speed restrictions; by Friday afternoon, in both directions. Road to Marlborough reopened on August 31. Other city roads have been cleaned up, and last week a Black Hawk helicopter helped remove debris, (huge trees!) from hard-to-access suburbs. As far as has been covered in the (social) media, there have been no injuries or casualties. 

 

Golden Bay to the north(west) of us was flooded once again, and the road from Nelson was closed for a while. West Coast got wet, but not as badly as in the last two years. Marlborough was behind us by a day or two days, and similar flooding and road closures. They have a lot of small communities which become completely cut off by road from their main city of Blenheim, which is when private boats and water taxis come out. 

We were expecting more rain on the weekend, but we had scarcely enough to wet the pavement. I missed out on a beach cleanup, something I might have been useful at, because I expected rain and didn't check cleanup activities carefully. And though temperatures have cooled down this week, spring is definitely here.

If you are interested, you can search "Nelson, New Zealand, Flood". 

 

And last but not least, I would never undermine the worries and fears of folks who were affected, here or elsewhere in New Zealand, Northland in particular. At the same time, I'm ever mindful it's nothing like Pakistan. Or the drought in China. Or Ukraine/Palestine/Afghanistan/insert-other-places. And in that respect, we have been lucky.

Autumn/Winter 2022 Recap - Long

Hi, friends. It's been a while. Ben's and my life has been uneventful for the most part since the last post; or, to paraphrase, life dragging on in an interminable purgatory that is our "(Not)-Post-Covid" era, with no discernible resolution or punctuation, while we remain in a self-imposed loose lockdown. But it doesn't mean it's been bad, either; I just couldn't find anything exciting to blog about. 

 

In March/April I had a really hard time with Covid-related issues; our government switching rules/policies to match what I understand many Western nations were doing, i.e. loosening rules for data collection/publication; changing definitions for the data components; shortening/eliminating isolation requirements; switching from PCR to RAT, (for which not enough explanation was given,) while RATs were not yet freely available, etc. A bunch of doctors wrote to the government confirming my suspicion changing things up mid-Delta right into Omicron was confusing the nation. On the same day, we learned our government used an American company to monitor social media comment sections in deciding policies.

At one point, May?, we reached one million "daily new" community cases, but by then folks were only reporting voluntarily, and those in the know assumed the more accurate numbers would be two to four million. New Zealand's population is around five million, so though we don't know how many folks had it for the second/third/nth time, it was still a heck of a lot. New cases and death continued to shoot up; Health Ministry refused to recognize the hospitals were in dire straights, (they were;) and numbers weren't coming down then. (They've come down and "stabilized" since, when we can find them, but still pretty worrying, if you ask me.)

Feeling we were really on our won to fend for ourselves, deciding stay in our own lockdown for the "foreseeable future," my mood got a bit dark, so I indulged in a little "therapy". At first, I tried to draw and paint with watercolor, but that felt too onerous for therapy. I still find drawing shapes challenging and not enjoyable while I do them, but they're quirky and fun to look at later. So I switched to drawing and coloring in The Bard's face. And since it's just therapy, I drew blind, and/or with my left hand, and/or turning the paper upside down, etc, and colored in first in flat colors, and then with some shading.  

I used notebooks/sketchbooks which either had a few scribbles already, or only a few pages left, avoiding First Page jitters and ruin perfectly good fresh books. In a month, I finished four books, filled all the pages with outlines in two more, and got started on another. And then one day, Ben asked if I'm going to draw anything else. 

 

That's where therapy is different from, well, art-attempts, for want of a better name. The direction-less, plan-less, purpose-less, intention-less, thinking-less shape-making and coloring-in suddenly needed those things, and though I tried to ignore the bad feelings, I stopped. I tried mixing The Bard with Vincent, but that didn't work, because that wasn't the point of this exercise. I hated my weakness, but there I was. 

 

I have the last notebook to fill in with outlines, (this part was cut short also because I ran out of brown felt-tip pens. This is a notebook I made years ago with coffee and tea stained paper, and I was using only brown felt markers for outlines, going for the aged, sepia vibe. I had a period I thought I should try landscapes, and bought half a dozen different brown pens in Japan, but you know me and browns. They were all still here. Pffft;) and two other notebooks with outlines to color in. I am going back to this project because I learned so much about color combinations and a little about watercolor and gouache paints, but I forget unless I keep using them once in a while. At least I ought to go back and look at them to remember. 

One day, while not sitting down with paint and sketchbook, I tidied the living room, taking stock of unfinished projects, (I have a couch for these, like a 3D To Do list,) and remembered I intended to recycle the yarn used in the teal sampler and the last remaining ball and a half to make something useful. I found a big fat cushion insert, and set out to knit a cover to go with Ben's green recliner. Unlike weaving, I start knitting with only a vague idea and try to figure out sizes and patterns as I go, and after nine such goes, I finally decided how I to proceed. But I haven't knitted since I did the first two rows. Fear not, it's not bad a bad thing.

 

I have tried to keep up with Ukraine news. When the idea came up in social media in March about booking AirBnB accommodations, paying but letting them know we're not coming, just donating, I started looking. There were good stories on the Internet, but unfortunately I found one young woman who owned an apartment in the historic Maidan but worked in the Middle East, and a young man who owned five or six properties all around the country, all looking like the worst bad-action-movie-oligarch-compounds, so I gave up. 

 

A week later, Gail in New York suggested we buy embroidery patterns on Etsy. I don't stitch any more, but I liked the idea, and instead of patterns, I bought professionally-produced recipes from woman in Chyhyryn in March, (and I just got more while looking up her town;) narrowly avoided buying photos of Kyiv from a Hungarian seller, and bought a bunch of watercolor clip art from a woman in Kherson in late April. (I'm still keen on doing my thing in watercolor.) Still, they're measly amounts; NZ$ was doing badly against US$, and in both instances I wasn't sure if my purchases allowed them to buy enough food for even one meal, even if the system worked to put funds in the sellers' pockets. (NZ$ is doing even worse against US$, so it's not a bad time for me to list my stuff...) 

I was washing dishes on the morning of May 6, like any other morning, wondering what I could do. I know organizations want money, but I don't have much, and all I have is New Zealand $, which is, let's just say, not a strong currency. But it finally dawned on me that what I have are yarns and looms, and perhaps I could make a whole bunch of winter scarves to send! So downstairs I went and put on a wool warp on the four shaft, and a cottolin towel warp, (because the colors looked vaguely like the Ukrainian flag,) on the 16-. This was May; I was aiming for first lot to be posted in September.

 

Then I came down from a high. Postage to anywhere in the world for even a postcard is ridiculously expensive, and we no longer have different classes of mail, only air; how am I going to manage sending 10 scarves and shawls to Europe? Can I piggy back on a reliable organization what will take goods? How can I find them? And then I saw a few photos of women in rooms stacked to the ceiling with donated goods, trying to choose what they need, only a couple of months after the war started. 

 

I haven't solved that part yet, but I learned there are a few Ukrainian Kiwis raising funds in Nelson, so when the time comes I could ask if they would take goods?? Anyway, this part is unresolved, but unlike watercolor or knitting, I have kept up a steady pace weaving, and separate from the initial goal/purpose, I'm enjoying it on the whole. I'll talk about the weaving in another post.

 

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As of August 1, Mom started her fourth year in care. As of August 17, Ben has worked from home for a year, minus the one afternoon he went in last December and eight or nine days this past January. Lacking other milestones, I guess I'll record these here.

Meanwhile

Hello, Friends. 

 

I prepared this post to publish sometime around March 1 on what I've been up to and how Covid was looking in New Zealand and Nelson, but the situation change rapidly, as you might remember from your own areas, so I didn't see a good window to up the update. All in all, life is going to drag on as it has for a while longer.

 

Weather/Garden - Not a whole lot done, but some, which is OK for this time of the year. February is usually the hottest month, but Nelson had a cooler-than-usual summer; I felt lazy not going outside more often, but we went out two days in a row in late Feb and both suffered from mild heatstroke. Come April, though, it should cool down, and I'm working hard to try to get exited about the prospect.  

Weaving - I did finish the orange sample warp sometime in Feb, but the last two were woven badly, and I didn't get the Old Wallpaper look. I'll address it another time, but a big problem has been I can't see 60/2 cotton in the warp, and they broke left, right and center. Raw came and went, Changing Threads about to open. I'm disappointed I didn't finish something, anything, but am still keen on making something in that Old Wallpaper style eventually. 

 

Ben noticed the air compressor leaking, so for now the big loom is out of commission. I'm not going to get it repaired while Nelson's Omicron cases is still increasing. 600 new cases in little old Nelson/Marlborough today, though testing numbers have been unreliable and there are probably lots more. I still intend to weave Sunflower II as a scarf, and then three short cashmere warps on the Ashford in simple but friendly twill to make simple and friendly small scarves. Though the loom has sad in the middle of the living room for a month now, with said warps hanging from the back beam. These will happen.

 

Cooking - this was my primary mode of "making" until March; I didn't bake for a long time because neither of us have had any success in even the slightest weight loss, (usually easier in the summer,) but I'm more deliberate in flavoring and been able to make yummy meals. I'm rather proud I can make curry without prepacked spice mixes; that has to be my biggest Plague achievement. 

 

The last fortnight or so I baked a couple of cakes again, but with so little flour and sugar it's not as bad as some of the baking I did last year. On the other hand, pasta returned on our table. which of course we both love. If I don't watch out, Ben will have it several times a week.    

Mary Ann Moss' Sketchbookery and her Blog - More on this in another post, but this has been what kept me sane during March. Blind contour is still hard; blind not a problem, but contours in single line requires a lot of concentration, and I can't slow down. When I took life/figure drawing, my favorite was gesture drawing, and what I do now feels like a hybrid. But slow contours really make me see and notice, so worthwhile when I manage to do it right.

 

Practicing using watercolor has been great; not in the way you might think of traditional water color paintings, but as means to apply colors. I've colored in a whole lot of past gesture drawings, but I've run out, so good time for more contours when I resume getiing out and about.

These were quick gestures I did at Auckland Airport some years ago. My gesture drawings are usually done in 2, 3, or 5 seconds, because, you know, they are strangers going about their own business. I try to capture them in the moment. What's been fascinating is I can seldom remember what I drew, the lines seldom make sense, but by coloring in, I gradually see the pose, the shapes, garments, props. 

Plague in New Zealand - Ben resumed work at work on January 11, thus ending our 2021 "lockdown". That didn't last long, because on January 24, due to community spread of Omicron in Motueka, 20 minutes northwest of Nelson, whole of New Zealand went into Red on the Traffic Light system. After nine days in office, Ben was back to working from home.

In the two months since, the number of community cases, hospitalization, and deaths have skyrocketed in New Zealand and Nelson, while most rules were eased/removed, i.e. who needs to isolate for how long, border isolation requirement, etc. Today it was announced contact tracing, some vaccine mandates and vaccine passes will be scrapped. The traffic light signal will be modified o accommodate masking. Some observers put the timing to "Auckland having passed the peak." I don't know further details because I can't stand watching and listening to the players, but in most parts of the country, the peak is yet to come.

 

We had anti-vac/mandate protest activities around the country, but a particularly large and long occupation in front of the Parliament in Wellington, from memory for around three weeks. What surprised me was the media coverage focused on how to accommodate these anti-people because NZ is not divisive. Huh?? Some say they got what they wanted. 

 

The government has been ever so uninterested since the arrival of Omicron; shortly after it arrived, politicians on both sides went on a long summer holiday, so we heard only from medical experts, and local health boards. You might have seen data from Korea, China or New Zealand not having had high casualties earlier in the Plague hitting high numbers of late. I can't speak for other countries but in New Zealand, it's been a spectacular change in direction, though the same people are still in charge. 

 

For rule followers, it's been puzzling since early/mid-December. Suddenly grownups left the room and we were left to fend for ourselves. So we stay home. In more or less Level 4 style. With the increase in numbers in Nelson, (and for the very first time, a family we actually know in isolation,) we don't go anywhere except for absolutely necessary food and medical purposes. Around January we wondered if we were being too cautious, whether we should "get back to normal" like some folks were advocating, but I can't be bothered learning about how to live differently while "living with Covid", especially with a diabetic, when case numbers are so high. So we stay home. There are, according to the media, folks like us, particularly in the older generation. 

 

Luckily we can do this, financially but also re. our social obligation and personal preference. I can't get rid of the foreboding sooner or later we'll have to bite the bullet and go out even with plenty of virus floating around, but not now. Meanwhile there is a low-level depressive mood and my insomnia is out of control. With the latest changes to the rules, Ben is wondering if his work will require him back "at work"; you will hear me scream if that happens. Oh, I wish we had enough money so he can retire if that happens, but for now we're sticking to out own rules.

I hope you are doing well, or as well as can be expected, Friends. And be careful. Some say BA. 2 is 30-odd % more transmissible and as dire as Delta. We'll see. 

PS. I'm not ignoring the war in Ukraine, but that's even more changeable than Covid. In the last few days, I've begun to feel much less optimistic as regular people die. Every time I check the news, I feel like screaming, "Word is Cheap!!" 

 

In terms of donations, I've opted to give directly, and after failing to find a suitable Air BnB owner, Gail suggested we turn to Etsy, so I bought some baking (!!) recipes from Julia at Orchard of Dreams.

I added a wee message when I made the purchase, but imagine the surprise when I heard back!! I hope it also meant she received my tiny contribution.

Day 0 of Season 4, or Day 159 of Season 3, or Something More Appropriately Bonkers

This is a post I prepared but didn't publish on January 23. I'm posting this unedited today for  my own record. 

 

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We've been hearing of a cluster in Motueka, about 20 minutes northwest of Nelson, in our Nelson-Marlborough-(Tasman) Region, for about a week, and today it transpired they have Omicron. They attended a wedding in Auckland of over 100 presumably vax-passed grownups and endangered kiddies. The whole country moves to Code Red at midnight tonight; red allows gatherings of 100 vax-passed grownups and endangered kiddies. Motueka being in the same health board district as we, it tells us even with the fancy new testing machine that our hospital got recently, it'll take about a week for anyone here to know we've got Omicron. That's kind of slow, even if Ben and I are the kind of people who really don't get out much. 

 

Ben went back to work-work on January 11, which is when I stopped my Plague Diary. I don't know if I'm going to start another, but I'll sum up what's been happening in Aotearoa NZ or at our tiny part of it: 

 

The government, the Health Ministry, and even the opposition, went on a relaxing holiday about the first week of December and didn't come back until this past Monday, Christ Hipkins making a couple of exceptions. Meaningful Omicron numbers stopped; only "nnn since Patient 1,"  or "nnn positive at the border; assume most/all are Omicron." Only virus peeps, public health peeps and modelers opined in the press. And a bit of public announcement to get ready for Omicron; prearrange transport/grocery/medical supply procurement; how to quarantine at home; be prepared but don't binge buy. It was a summer of kids running around with no adult supervision, with a big bad bully hiding but not hiding.

 

Booster shots became available to those over 18, (12-17 only gets two jabs if I'm not mistaken,) late last year. 5-11 year old became eligible on January 17. So the statistics lists only numbers and not %, but I read somewhere last week that 50% of those eligible have had boosters; I also read that in the first week 10% of 5-11 got the first jab. On the other hand, we are so good, Ben read 101% of Asians in New Zealand had two doses. Statistics, LOL. (If you were to take a serious approach, these could reflect visitors and those stuck here as opposed to the last census count, in which I was not counted because I was in Japan.)

 

The first government announcement took place last Thursday. I can't stand to listen to their voices, but from what I read: Northland, stuck at Red this whole time, would go to Orange on Friday. There will be no Omicron lockdown, but rules may be fine-tuned. About the same time, the Speaker of the House, a member of this government, not opposition, said to stock up and be ready; this was well-received by the opposition. Speaker Trevor Mallard has always been a bit of muckraker, but I agree, with this "live with" model, we're on our own. Soon after we finished cleaning the kitchen and vowing to reduce extras, we started stocking up some dry stuff again, not because Omicron was here as much as we realized we're not going to be told much, at least not timely. 

 

In addition to/on top of the Traffic Light system, there will be 3 stages of Omicron rules. I haven't read up on them yet, but among other things it involves different length of isolation periods, and changes to definitions of words like "close contact". Not all points have been decided yet. Because why stick with the Level system when it worked OK.

 

Rapid Antigen/Lateral Flow is still not available for normal folks but is controlled by the government and distributed to businesses and pharmacies for specific purposes. Personally imported kits have been confiscated, because our government doesn't trust us to use it correctly, and doesn't want a bunch of false negative peeps running around. And our government has approved a single digit number of kits, a tiny fraction of what is available in Australia. And a Yale researcher says our government is trying to use them the wrong way around; with Omicron these kits work when the person has become symptomatic, while PCR is needed earlier on. The government is planning to use them the other way around. 

 

We've also been trying to get used to the KN95 masks we got, oh, a week or two before the August lockdown. They stink, and it's summer, and we hate them, but... Just yesterday we were thinking of getting more, (than the 10 last time,) and the prices had already doubled. 

We both got boosters last Tuesday, and I had a pretty bad day of vertigo on Friday, but it was gone came Saturday morning, as if I just it up to avoid going out in the garden. Good thing, also, we overdid on food shopping Tuesday night, we don't have to go for a few days, except we've not junk food.

I think I have to watch the announcement vid again in case there are changes to the rules. Jacinda went on about how things will change in three stages depending on the daily case numbers, because now it's all about case numbers and hospital loads, not prevention. Part of me has become so jaded I can't be bothered; every times she does the pretend-concerned voice, I want to a sharp at the telly, but I don't because I am bad at aiming. On the other hand, Ben and I are keen on not getting it and not spreading it to other humans in Nelson, so we pay attention to the latest, safest.

 

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Credit where credit is due, though. Today's announcement was made before midday; August announcement was made at 4PM on a Tuesday and caused panic at supermarkets that evening, so before lunch time on Sunday was good. Also, Jacinda's wedding has been postponed, and her comment? "Such is life."  

 

This was last Sunday. After both of us put in over half a day in the garden on Saturday, we had a very quiet day in hot but settled weather. (It got too hot Ben had to come in soon after this, though.)

On Paper

Sunday night, when I was Skyping/Zooming/Line-ing with Mom, (what is the generic term for this The Jetsons' age telephony?) she casually commented, "So, you're not working." She meant I'm not weaving. It's been super hot these last few weeks and the orange warp is galling sitting in the middle of the living room, and I've been avoiding eye contact.

 

I was in the middle of showing Mom blind contours drawings. I've been doing something related to Sketchbookery almost every day, and have been "enjoying" it immensely. Let me explain why it's in quote marks.  

 

I genuinely enjoy Mary Ann's video tutorials. Her colors are uplifting. I like the looseness of her lines/shapes. I like the apparent ease with which she draws, and seemingly so lightheartedly. (Not sure if this is entirely true; after all she is a grade school teacher.) At night, before I go to sleep, I either gaze at images on Pinterest or Instagram, or read her blog. Mary Ann loves nature, cats, birds, flowers and trees, so there are lots of drawings of them, while I like man-made objects and indoor scenes; fear not, she's also traveled extensively so there''s plenty of old stone buildings and rented accommodations. I don't know if I've been stressed, (I don't think so,) or if it's for other reasons, but I can't help feeling her company is what I needed right now. She started blogging in 2007 so there are a fair few posts to go still. :-D 

 

What's not necessarily enjoyable has been the actual drawing; I'm struggling. I decided to go with things I like to see drawn, and would like to draw often just for fun. I chose small coffee cups. They can't be that difficult.

I did a bunch of blind contours and noticed the handles, and how they are attached to cups, are incomprehensible, especially handles not made of round ropes, not flat slabs. I'm not aiming for realistic/detailed 3D depictions in my final sketches, but without understanding how they are/work, I can't seem to get a handle on looser lines, never mind coloring them. So I drew more, looking at the paper more often, looking at the cups, but boy, the more I drew, the more I grew confused.     

I remembered Nephew #2, (now 21,) loved drawing, but he didn't know how, so Sister, who never drew, had to concoct examples for him to copy. (She occasionally rattled off animals she had to conjure most recently.) I manipulated photos and traced the outline, paying particular attention to the handles, of course, but this was less than satisfying; I didn't learn/see/discover anything, so I've taken more closeup shots to give it another go. 

Except today I didn't want to draw seriously, so I thought to draw and color some art supply, another subject I'd like to sketch often. I noticed, though, when I'm not doing blind or slow contours, I draw what I think I see, and not what I see. Case in point, the color samples attached to this set of watercolors; in real life, I can't see all of the squares on the row closer to me; it's cut off by the lip of the case. I was also gobsmacked how many lines were needed to depict all the edges that exist in this wee case. I'll investigate some more in future, but it's something I struggled with rounded cup handles. 

 

I tell you what, though, Mary Ann or no Mary Ann, I do enjoy looking at my drawings later, even the bad ones. I think it makes me better at visual problem solving. And if nothing else, I concentrate and do the best on the moment, and that's well-worth my time and energy. 

 

The online embroidery thingie I signed up for without knowing what it was turned out to be Stitch Club Stitch Camp led by Gwen Hedley on TextileArtist.org. I can't find a webpage that explains it, but this is her. She seems very nice, but I'm watching the vids, taking notes, and saving tutorial PDFs but not doing a project now; I want to concentrate on Sketchbookery, but more than that, the style/material she's using for the vids, and what others are sharing in the FB group, are the more-is-more-and-never-enough school, and not my thing. There is good emphasis on trusting-the-process, though, and one never knows when the knowledge will come in handy. 

Tonight is hot. Ben said we're not having dinner, not even a salad. I'm thinking, ice cream.

Reboot

As I mentioned in the last post, Ben went back to work-work on Tuesday, and I've been trying to get back to, or establish a new, non-Plague pattern of life. To dig myself out of Plague/housewife mode I had to physically extricate myself from the kitchen on Tue/Wed and I actually felt sad to leave. I hadn't realized housework gave me relief from having to think, (as in deliberate/project-thinking), and still be productive. I have a bunch of low-intensity and/or short-to-mid-term projects, including finishing projects:

Weaving: 

* Yet-Unnamed and related Summer & Winter piece/s: with a little over a month to finish weaving, submitting it/them in local exhibition/s is now low priority. But I'm definitely interested in recreating the Old Wallpaper look and make something with it. I had so few lifting ideas, so after a few weeks of doing nothing, I took off the second sample, 40EPI, in late December and washed. It's still too tight, so I resleyed at 32EPI, but math told me I can get 36EPI by threading 4-5-4-5-4-5 of 20/2 plus paired 60/2 in the 6-dent reed, so I haven't resumed sampling. Current plan is to sample a short length of 32EPI anyway, then resley and sample 36EPI. Also I think the next sample warp may be in duller colors to enhance the feel of old wallpapers. 

 

As well, I shall finish weaving Sunflower II really soon, be it as a scarf or more samples, just to get back in the swing of lightheartedness. The orange warp is interesting, depending on my mood, but intense and not relaxing or "nice" at the moment.  

 

* Revisit the Purple warp and finally decide whether to weave on, or abandon. 

 

* Review and rethink the Syrie project by going back to the interim summary blog post I was working on in February 2020 just before the Plague. No need to pick up where I dropped off, or to the origin of the idea, necessarily, to continue.

 

On Paper: I would like one or two low-keyed projects going at all times, be they on my own or otherwise. I miss them; I like the simple happiness I feel when I "succeed", which is different from succeeding in weaving; the process is less technical and more organic/intuitive than how I approach weaving, and I'm easier to please on paper.

* Letter Journals: I'm back with low-pressure friends with whom I've had successful swaps. I sometimes remember working on specific processes/pages/spreads out of the blue, and I get to relieve the gratification of good problem-solving.  

* I'm picking up where I left off with the Sketchbook Project.

* I signed up for Mary Ann Moss's Sketchbookery tutorial; it's something I thought about many times, and finally went for it. My goal for this is to bring back lightheartedness, but it's also another way of thinking/not-thinking visual problem solving. It's also reassuring some of her instructions are familiar from figure/life drawing days, and I can jump right into it, e.g. blind contours. I had no problem not looking, or automatically switching to negative spaces. A curious problem is, the longer I drew, the more I cheated, i.e. peeking while blind-contours. These are modified blind contours of Mom's handle-less Shigaraki teapot. 

Also re-familiarizing myself with my watercolor and guache supply; she makes us go right into using them. I did some of this on the kitchen table, but after putting them away, I couldn't stop, and kept going on the stash room carpet. 

 

Other:

 

* I signed up for some kind of a short-term embroidery online thingie, details for which I'm not searching. I think it starts next week, and I want to go into it without prejudice. 

 

* Garden. It's like weight loss, but marginally/momentarily better. 

 

* Reading. My 2022 resolution is not to stop reading a book just because another book looks shinier, although it's OK to abandon if it's not worth my energy, or to pick up a cookbook and read alongside current. So far so good, the current book is 7/10 interesting.

These are items higher on the list. I also have unfinished sewing, dye, and possibly one knitting, projects which I will finish "soon". Finishing several woven pieces and reworking my online shop is another. And if ever I find needlepoint yarns, or something similar I can substitute, with a wide variety in the same hues, in person, I would most definitely start a few projects. I miss needlepoint so much. 

Plague Diary Season 3 Week 21

Day 14+7+86+34, January 5. 17 Delta community cases on the North Island, none in Nelson or the rest of the South Island. 23 cases at the border, but genomic sequencing is not finished. 77% of population and 92% over 12 double-jabbed. Anyone over 18 years old who received the second jab at least four months ago can receive their booster from today at walk-in centers, or phone in to book, or book online after January 17; that's the day we become eligible, but also 5-11-year-old become eligible for jabs, so expect something of a jab jam. And I still haven't read anything about ventilation, though a few weeks ago I read mention of filtration, once. And home testing is still some distance away. 

EDIT: Thanks to UK Twittering health folks, the next morning I found this.

 

Today started hot but quickly turned cooler, which was a blessing because I've been loosing the plot, even though today's workload was a third of the last five days. Every year, I get excited about a clean kitchen, imagine cooking this and that, and hope to reboot a healthy lifestyle. But this year, I'm just grumpy... We have so much stuff. Still, tomorrow, Ben and I will finish the saga. 

 

Ben also started working on his next project, repainting the picnic table I painted in 2009, not with the same color but close, because I bought the wrong one. The first coast is on white primer so it's looking light, but we hope after the second it'll look more saturated. 

And this is what Ben did yesterday; he found plenty of the yellow primer from when we had the house painted last century, so he gave two coats on the sides of the stairs to our patio/front door. There is quite a bit of retaining wall to the right so we don't know if we're going that far, (it would make our place incredibly yellow,) but sometime soonish we'll get the top coat to go over the primed bits. These steps are dark, so it's also practical.   

Day 14+7+86+35, January 6. 19 Delta community cases on the North Island, none in Nelson or the rest of the South Island; all 23 Nelson cases have recovered, even though short of links to North Island cases, the origin was never reported. 43 cases at the border; Omicron genomic sequencing to come, although these days they expect most/all are that. 77% of population and 92% over 12 double-jabbed. Since boosters became generally available yesterday, there have been increase in people getting first and second shots, also. What. Eva.

 

Today started with lovely rain. We had our first cooked late brunch (and attempted sugar overload) of 2022: Ben's almond and wheat flour pancakes, bacon, seared bananas, and seared extremely local plums, on a plate made by local artisan, with extremely locally roasted coffee. I washed the dishes afterwards, but we were so tired we didn't even talk much. It was easy deciding to postpone going to the store for a container and an extension cord needed in the kitchen. We didn't even think to watch a film, listen to an audiobook, or even read. I paced the house looking at all the unfinished business at one point. 

 

I did manage to iron, because today was supposed to be the one cool day before the return of the heatwave, although looking at the forecast now, maybe not. Ben cleaned up an old, old paella pan we use all the time, especially for salmon; it had a couple of decades of accumulated caked-on built-up black stuff, but he took it all off and we can see the original paella pan and it's in a great shape.

 

Three more days of Ben's holiday left; he's going back to work at work on Monday after 145 days, except for the few hours on Friday in December. Weird.

Day 14+7+86+36, January 7. 35 Delta community cases on the North Island, none on the South Island. 24 cases at the border; there is no mention of genomic sequencing or Omicron any more. 77% of population and 92% over 12 double-jabbed. Following Christmas Day and New Year's Day, there is to be no update tomorrow, either. Our traffic light system was based on two jab requirement; now that boosters are available and Omicron has arrived, the government is yet to announce any rules or policy adjustments. In fact, we've seen very little of public officials, not that I've been looking for them. 

Today, we finished the kitchen. I did most of it, but Ben helped wiping down the high bits. Ben, though, since New Year's Eve day, finished two and a half big jobs and two and a half little jobs. This is probably the most productive we've been in years. 

Because Ben loves to have coffee or lunch outside, we brought the purple picnic table just outside the kitchen. Now he can have coffee either here, or just outside the front door. I wished we thought of this last summer, when we planned to do these projects in the first place, because Ben would have been able to work from out here. 

It's a little strange for us not to have the table set parallel/perpendicular to another straight line, but this way, we can sit next to each other and look out towards the water. It wasn't this industrial-looking when we bought the house 25 years minus three weeks ago, but there is water there. And when the grapes and apples are gone, we'll have a clearer view. It looks like rain may be coming back. 

 

Ben'd been spending a lot of time in his office looking at his computer while waiting for the paint or oil to dry. A lot. I nearly said something, but he was doing what I asked, so I held back. It turned out he was working some of the time, enough hours so he has Monday off, too. Yippy!! 

Day 14+7+86+37, January 8. No updates today, but two cases found in Wellington from a music festival in Tauranga. We ran errands, tied loose ends of the tasks we finished, and went food shopping. It's hard not to overdo veg and fruits this time of year.

Day 14+7+86+38, January 9. 85 Delta community cases in the last two days on the North Island, none in Nelson or the rest of the South Island. 64 cases at the border; no coverage of Omicron. 77% of population and 92% over 12 double-jabbed. 

 

Slow day where I washed/cut/manipulated so much veg we need another fridge, and Ben went around touching up projects he finished this summer. The outer leaves of the red cabbage are too tough to eat raw, (we used the inner leaves for coleslaw,) but don't they make you think of Beatrix Potter paintings?

I'm also happy to report purple cauliflowers retain a lot of blue pigments after parboil, (more saturated purple than in the pic,) unlike the cute beans and carrots I grew some years ago which turned all pale. 

Day 14+7+86+39, January 10. 27 Delta community cases on the North Island, including Wellington,  none in Nelson or the rest of the South Island. 33 cases at the border; no specific coverage of Omicron. 77% of population and 92% over 12 double-jabbed.

 

A few Queenstown attractions are locations of interest. The big shot Auckland Anti-Vax guy preached in Christchurch. Our government is sounding more and more like other governments, being fine with Covid/Omicron in the community. I've been reading scary articles about the effect of Covid, especially Omicron, on diabetics, and also the increase in (identifying?) childhood diabetes. 

My diabetic husband goes back to work-work tomorrow in this brave new world. I couldn't imagine being a parent.  

Today was another-tying-up-loose-ends day for me; Ben smoked salmon; if you knew him in the 80s, you'd know how funny that last bit sounds.

Day 14+7+86+40, January 11. 14 Delta community cases on the North Island, including Wellington, (linked to a north Auckland festival,) none in Nelson, but two in Canterbury to be included in tomorrow's numbers. 9 cases at the border; no info on Omicron. 78% of population and 92% over 12 double-jabbed. 

 

After 146 days at home, Ben went back to work-work this morning, ending our third "lockdown", and so Season 3 of Plague Diary. 

 

The government has not clarified how many Omicron cases have been found at the border for some time, but expect most/all positive cases to be that. Government ministers and high-ranking officials have been on holiday, I assume, as they have not been visible; Jacinda is rumored to be getting married at an American hedge fund family's holiday place at the end of the month near Gisbourne, and has not been seen in weeks. If you are to believe the MSM, the government wants us to prepare for mass spreading of Omicron in the community, as our health systems are "well-placed" for it. Good on scientists who continue to appear and write how they think we should face Omicron in the meantime. 

 

Anti-vax/anti-lockdown propaganda continue to present problems, although big name activist continue to act with impunity, and Nelson is one hotbed. The American doctor specializing in weight-loss who sold vaccination exemption certificate for $80 in Kaiapoi had her license taken away, but has moved on to making chocolates. I'm not advertising the brand name. 

 

Lastly, my favorite place in town, Volume book store, decided to go online-only. I can't blame them; the store is tiny; even before vaccination and anti-vaxers, some folks were offended by distancing or scanning; and the shop does well online. But loosing a place to accidentally discover hitherto unknown authors or beautifully produced books is a big loss. For now, I must try to get my head out of lockdown/housewife mode and into "making" mode, with the occasional, until it gets cooler, weeding and such outdoor pursuits. And the occasional, "OMG, look what's happening in Aotearoa" posts. And food pics. Maybe "I made this" pics.

 

Thank you for tagging along with us for 147 days. Be well, you and yours, take care; this thing is not over yet.

Plague Diary Season 3 Week 20

Day 14+7+86+27, December 29. 46 in Northland, Auckland, Waikato, Rotorua, Tairawhiti, and Canterbury, (linked to a previous case.) 0 in Nelson. Re. Omicron, the media, or the Ministry, used a weird expression today: total Omicon cases are 71 today, up from yesterday's 49 (stuff.co.nz) or 54 (radionz). 77% of population and 91% over 12 double-jabbed. 

 

We went to a couple of stores to get what's needed for more of our projects; I've now been to four stores I believe should have asked for my vax pass that didn't. But tonight...

 

An Omicron case was out and about in Auckland on December 26 and 27, visiting bars, restaurants, and a shopping area. There will be an announcement regarding this at 11AM tomorrow, but from what I read so far: 

* The person, fully vaccinated, not a New Zealand citizen, arrived from the UK via Doha on December 16.

* Current NZ rules are for all arrivals to stay at managed isolation for seven days, (during which time this person tested negative three times,) and in self isolation for three days. The case tested positive on Day Nine, which would be December 25. Nobody else on the same "flight" (singular, so presumably Doha-Auckland) tested positive.
* The person was notified on December 27 and brought to managed isolation on the same day. Whole genome sequencing was done on the same day, clarifying it was Omicron. 

* The government had earlier changed the rules to extend the initial managed isolation to ten days starting December 23. 

* The Ministry does not believe the person was highly infectious at the time. 

 

So... Good luck to us.

Day 14+7+86+28, December 30. 60 in Northland, Auckland, Waikato, Bay of Plenty, Lakes, Tairawhiti, Canterbury, (linked to a known case;) 0 in Nelson. Omicron cases, 6 new, 54 in all, one case announced released. 77% of population and 91% over 12 double-jabbed. 

 

Aotearoa's first "community" Omicron mentioned yesterday turned out to be a UK DJ who came to take part in a New Year's Eve concert. He stayed self-isolated until his tenth day, but the government said he broke the rule because he did not wait until he received the result of Day Nine test, (on Day Twelve;) this was his third trip in a year, so he should have known. His case is not genomically linked to any known cases here. 

 

There is another Omicron case who was in the community, an Air NZ crew who returned from Sydney on December 24. This case was identified during "routine surveillance" on December 27, (flight crews have different rules,) linked to three other cases on the same flight, and is now in managed isolation. No info on when/where they were. And at midnight tonight, all but Northland will move to Code Orange. 

 

Today Ben worked some more on the outside table, and touched up orange chairs he painted last year. I cleaned the fridge and the dinner set on the shelf above the fridge. When I broke up this year's kitchen cleaning tasks into five parts, I thought I could do almost any two in one day, and Ben can keep sprucing up our outdoor furniture. Wrong! I almost didn't get to the freezer. Amazing to think Ben and I used to clean the whole kitchen in one day every year, years ago. 

I like fridge magnets, but fridges, I prefer naked. I predict negotiations coming up.

Day 14+7+86+29, December 31. 49 Delta community cases in Auckland, Waikato, Bay of Plenty, Lakes, Hawkes Bay; 0 in Nelson or the rest of the South Island. Omicron cases, 10 new at the border, 88 in all, and so far no community transmission. No locations of interest for the Air NZ crew. The Ministry now assumes all border cases will be Omicron and will prioritized sequencing these. 77% of population and 91% over 12 double-jabbed. No updates tomorrow.

Insomnia has been out of control for weeks, but one benefit is I managed to read during the quiet hours. I've been trying to read more printed books, but found it hard to stick with them. Earlier in the month, I cleaned out boxes under the bed that housed all the books I started this year but hadn't finished; there might have been three dozens. Except young adult novels; I love them, they are inexpensive, quick, plot-driven, authors don't lie or trick you, and there are always likable characters I can cheer for. The picture shows all printed books I managed to finish reading this year, (yeah, dismal,) excluding two I borrowed, also for young folks.

 

What's with all the Nigellas, you ask? Well, I read cookbooks cover to cover as reading material; I have many I read but never cooked from. But if I can find the ingredients, (not always possible in little old Nelson,) I can manage the "complexity" of Nigella's everyday recipes, (i.e. they are not difficult,) and so I've cooked quite a lot from her first two books. Ben's found a couple of used ones for good prices in subsequent years, but around the time we went into lockdown, he decided to get me all the ones I wanted. Because when I read Nigella, I cook Nigella, and she has a lot of chicken dishes, Ben's favorite, so we had a whole lot of new chicken dishes during lockdown and since, one most definitely a regular item now. Reading Nigella is an on-going project; we bought her books in order they were published, and I'm reading them in that order, of course, so I have a few to go before we look for her latest she wrote during her solo lockdown. I hear that's supposed to be a bit of a game changer, although it might just be a promo thing. 

I also finished maybe 15 audiobooks; the experience is interesting because sometimes I just listen to the voices like they are singing and nothing of the story stays with me except maybe a vague impression; other times, I take in so much it's almost as if I experienced it.  

So in the coming year I have a promise to myself, resolution if you like; I'll try to finish a book before moving on to the next shiny one. That is not to say I'll finish come hell or high water; Ben said about 20 years ago I'm wasting my life reading books I don't like and I don't owe anyone anything. I used to take it so seriously back then, finishing, and it was a revelation I was allowed to move on. I might even tell you about some. 

And with that, let's hope for a quiet, little more predictable year next year; see you on the other side. 

Day 14+7+86+30, January 1, 2022. Well, hello! No Ministry updates today. I decided to take an online sketching course a while ago, but I wanted to start it today. (We're allowed to access the material for one year from the day of registration.) I feel great about the course, and about the year; how can I not when I opened the landing page to see I'm drinking water from the same glass as the teacher? 

 

And drinking water I did. I woke up with a lower back pain yesterday, and as usual I stretched several times, but it didn't work well. At 2.30AM, while reading about witches and pilots, I thought kidney stones. I should have rung the 24-hour 0800 health number then, but I waited until 11 this morning; the nurse (?) agreed it sounded like kidney stones; recommended I take a pain killer if I needed one; agreed I don't have to go to the hospital unless it worsened; said I wouldn't want to go near there on New Year's Day if I didn't have to. The Internet told me to drink 2l of water, preferably with lemon juice, so I did. 2.5l of it. And it was better by bedtime. Kitchen cleaning was slower with change of plan, but I kept at it.  

Day 14+7+86+31, January 2. 105 Delta community cases in the last two days on the North Island, none in Nelson or the rest of the South Island. 33 cases at the border; Omicron 2 new, 90 in all, and so far no community transmission. 77% of population and 92% over 12 double-jabbed.  

Ben finished treating the coffee-roasting table and touching up the orange chairs. I kept working in the kitchen, slower because it's been so hot, but progressing. I managed a little less than 1.5l lime water. Ben evacuated the pumpkin on top of finished weaving, next to the ironing pile, but no ironing happening in the foreseeable future.

Day 14+7+86+32, January 3. 27 Delta community cases on the North Island, none in Nelson or the rest of the South Island. 24 cases at the border; Omicron 0 new, 90 in all, and so far no community transmission. 77% of population and 92% over 12 double-jabbed. They'll have to start adding the boosted numbers, don't you think?

 

So hot, so humid, today was disgusting from the moment I woke up. But kitchen looking like this for days, I had to keep going. (The last couple of evenings we had sandwiches made with deli meat, salad leaves in bags, and supermarket rye bread, but they're all gone.) 

 

Because we don't have a lovely purpose-built pantry like many Kiwi kitchens, part of this year's "cleaning" is amalgamating "pantry space" within our cupboards in this post-lockdown living-with-Covid era. We went to the hardware store to buy fancy build-to-measure shelving we planned to get 12 years ago, but after an hour of looking for the right sizes and negotiating configuration, I remembered the back/far wall of the cupboard is a flimsy board and can't support the heavy setup. So we came home with a cheap flat pack. It's not great, but we got rid of the temporary plastic trolley we bought for our Auckland rental that's been disintegrating for a couple of years.

 

I broke this year's kitchen cleaning schedule into five daily bits, but I'm not sure if I'll be done tomorrow. "Reducing" isn't going great, but magically the dishes and glasses aren't as crammed on shelves as we think they used to be, so we're good. I haven't reached 1l of lime water yet today, but also, I almost forgot I had a lower back problem; kidney stones don't pass this quickly, do they?

Day 14+7+86+33, January 4. 31 Delta community cases on the North Island, none in Nelson or the rest of the South Island. 29 cases at the border; new Omicron genome sequencing has not come out yet, 90 in all; a family member of the Air NZ crew tested positive and was relocated to Managed Isolation. The UK DJ will not be charged as the police, as has been their usual MO, worry charging him may discourage future cases from cooperating with the health authorities. 77% of population and 92% over 12 double-jabbed.

 

Today was not as hot or humid as yesterday, but for most of the day I scrubbed pots and baking dishes, so I was just $@#)^&(%!* hot. And I need a couple of more days. One reason the kitchen is taking longer in recent years has to be we have. more. stuff. We gave most of our delicate Japanese ceramics to charity a few years ago, (too delicate for us and our current life,) and that freed up some space, but we still have too. much. stuff. This afternoon, I added four items in the charity box, but took one out because Ben makes souffle in it, and we have nothing similar. So, yeah...

Ben took a wee detour with his projects, and finished a quick one, but one that packed a punch, making a tiny part of our place look very cheerful. I'll show you tomorrow. And I just found this on his office floor. We're exhausted tonight. 

LOL.