Spring Letter from the Land of the Long White Cloud

Sweet Sister,

 

I feel the sanguine-ness of age upon me.

I feel I understand the things which confused me in youth.

I have a sage satisfaction in being pleased to have reached this juncture,

In being able to look out the window and see the beauty of a desolate beach of dunes with the course grasses snapping to windward.

 

There is immense pleasure in seeing my children find their place in life, maturing with the years and the travails of work, love and responsibility.

I miss old friends...but such is life.. we all move on.

Colour and texture and sound mean a lot to me, they are the patterns of pleasure which paint each day.

And the steady warmth of love for an enduring wife who is the shining light in, my otherwise, subdued and essentially, muddy existence.

 

One thing which does piss me off is the penchant of the Inland Revenue Dept’, to lean on developing young businesses to pay for the sloth and layabouts

Of our society who have no endeavour. This is a travesty of social justice and an unnecessary retardant to the progression and advancement of our struggling young nation.

I think the Chinese have the right answer here...You don’t work.. you starve.... You bend your back and produce... you prosper!

 

As I grow older the shades of gray diminish, things are more definite, more black and white.

 

My work in construction, is constant and demanding...and bloody enjoyable!

Like a cat, I seem to have fallen on my feet once again??

 

The pleasure of the written word is my pastime and interest, I rejoice in the creativity of my fellow writers and bask in the glow of their company.

 

The Eagle’s Nest at distant Taranaki is looking green and tidy, landscaping is progressing and the rhododendrons are about to burst into flower.

 

Life is pretty damned good!

 

Love to you and yours

M

 

Marshal Gebbie
Storeman