Questions for the last day of April

In 28 days I will see this princess again.

It's been over a year since I was last in San Francisco but not a day has passed where she hasn't entered my thoughts.

Is it wrong that those who hold - and have held - the largest chunks of my heart are animals?

Why has the projectionist in my head had the anthropomorphic reel running for as long as I've drawn breath?

Do I give a toss that I prefer animals to people?

Do I feel sorry for those whose hearts and minds have never expanded sufficiently to love another species? Actually, scratch that, I'm not even sure I even know anyone like that and if I do, why are we friends?

Molly, I'm hoping that May passes quickly so we can get on that plane and have the biggest cuddle in the world.  

Nice to wake up to

The NZ Herald's glossy Saturday magazine, Canvas, runs my feature on me old mate Ange Meyer. 

Her book launch is Friday night, so looking forward to that. Any excuse to dust off the bling... 

More excitement

Today the sky is the colour of an old bra, rain clouds are duelling and a vicious northerly is shunting pedestrians across the street.    

What's the best way to brighten up the day? With another parcel of clothing goodness from afar. Seriously, I'm not sure what kind of karmic positivity has brought Anita into my life but, by God, I'm glad she's there.

It's about 12,000 miles from my door to hers, but I'm sending love and thanks and hoping it gets there...

Grim times

Maybe it's the change in seasons, the fact that summer has handed in its boarding pass and fled for the hills. It could be the global economy that's still lurching around like someone's drunk uncle at a wedding, or a hundred other, non-connected reasons.

The fact remains that everyone seems to be wearing their angry coat right now. From the check out chick to the passerby on the street, to colleagues and the dude in the corner dairy, grumpiness is currently more addictive than Ebola.

The remedy? Whack this video on indecently loud and dance around your living room. I know it's old and  Australian, but this three minutes 45 seconds of musical genius is guaranteed to get you smiling. Go on, do it now....

ANZAC Day

Today I wanted to sit in the sun and remember the soldiers of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) who fought at Gallipoli in the Ottoman Empire during WWI. And gave us the day off.

Instead, I spent hours wrangling nouns and verbs into a sodding freelance piece that I was hoping against hope would write itself; it didnt.

The highlight of the day was time with this gorgeous fullah and the Animator's French toast for lunch.

It constantly amazes me that I don't self combust from the amount of excitement in my life. If you are still awake at this point, you deserve a chocolate fish.

Yay!

Time for a loud squeal and some excited jumping up and down on the spot.

It's been a while but today the postman delivered two packets of wonderful to my office.

One gorgeous dress, two sweaters, two tops and a pair of earrings later and I am the happiest girl in NZ.

Thank you Anita, you will never know how much I appreciate your care parcels or how widely they stretch my smile.

To finish off a great day, this evening we had another meeting of the Mt Vic Vixens; as tomorrow is a public holiday in NZ we decided to kick off the celebrations with lots of red wine and grand plans. I feel so fortunate to have so many wonderful women - both near and far - in my life.

         

It's tights time

Tiredness exists on about eight different levels today. Bubbly and a school night - it's a tumultuous relationship, isn't it?

The best I can manage today is a whinge about being unable to avoid wearing tights any longer. We may still be getting 16-17 degree days, and I happen to spend nine to five sitting underneath the world's most enthusiastic heater, but the walk to and fro work is starting to get chilly.

So the tights have been dusted off and I don't even want to think of how long it will be before they can be retired.