The children had their last day at school and came home with cards and t-shirts covered in goodbyes. Finn is particularly sad, but says it is better to go now as it would only get harder. Once we are on that plane, I think he will recover and become excited about home.
The mountain photo was taken by Finn last weekend when he was up the hill losing Sam. The other photo is the view from the beach facing the other way from the sea. This is where Hayley's cows are, having their calves somewhere in the bush. I asked her if I could come on the muster some day when I come back. They bring them out in February and providing I can learn to ride a horse with reasonable confidence - canter and gallop at will and stop at will - sit on it for 3 days, be able to hold the mustered cattle in a clearing while they go and get some more (and don't lose them or I'd be as well to lose myself), and put up with 8 men farting in a cabin for 3 nights, she said I would be very welcome to come along. So I'm pretty chuffed about that and can start training when I get home. ( have to find 8 men who fart).
We cleaned a renovated house today and giggled about some shared revelations we had, (at men's expense and something to do with farting), while we were eating lunch. That giggle alone, was enough to make it a good last day at work. Mary and Hayley are going to The Campsite Party at Hawea tomorrow, and as Spook and I haven't had a night out in Hawea, I thought we might join them for a wee while. Spook is on-call, so that should hold him back a bit - no bad thing.
Mary Forfar and I had a beer together and a great chat when she came round with a couple of wee momento's from Wanaka. We didn't go to Shannon's as the O'Briens horse died all of a sudden and it has been a state of great sadness along there. Shannon called in for a beer on her way home instead. Meg went over to their house to stay the night. Sam is at the O'Briens. Finn is eating crisps and watching a movie.
It has turned cold again, and there was fresh snow on the hills this morning.
grateful for:
not leaving Spook in a tent - I think our anxiety levels would be a little higher if that was the case. We can start moving some of his things to his new abode tomorrow.
The designer who's clothes were for sale last night was http://www.mirandabrown.co.nz I didn't buy an outfit for the journey home as they had nothing in my size. Which made it all the worse that I broke the glass. I think I was also the only one wearing my slippers. With a choice of crocs or trainers, it seemed the better option.
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