While I am not one who enjoys maths/math (depending on where you are geographically) and numbers generally “do my head in”, I enjoy hearing a stat or two when others have done the cerebral work and lately the Homestead number-crunchers have been having a field day.
Generally, these reckonings revolve around our upcoming adventure and, bearing last week’s blog subject in mind, I won’t bore you all too much except to say that in four months, six days we will be marching (and probably bickering) briskly around the Auckland International Airport environs in an attempt to encourage our overexcited selves to sleep away our upcoming 12ish hour flight. I can also tell you that five months from today we will be in Newcastle Upon Tyne and in six months we will have been home for nearly 24 hours; it doesn’t seem that long ago we were saying “this time next year”…
In the garden, we are now planning and planting for after it’s all done and dusted. Not that the snails appreciate that; Anything is fair game to them, including our tender brassica seedlings, and so the snail traps have been unearthed and are back in place. It’s a labour-intensive way to control these guzzling gastropods but if you enjoy making a duck smile
(and we do) it has rewards far beyond future coleslaw and lazy cauliflower- cheese-in-front-of-the-TV evenings.
There’s been an increase in this form of Homestead entertainment of late in the interests of economising in order to boost other country’s economies. We’ve finished with Hart of Dixie, tried Nashville but got sick of their misery (and inability to avoid making the same mistakes over and over and…) and have watched a great many movies – some awesome and some not so – oh, the compromises we have made (Harry Potter for starters). Then, by happy chance we stumbled upon the Kilcher family and Alaska: The Last Frontier. At last! A family that yells, laughs, fights, and loves as we do. Now, that’s what we on the Homestead call entertainment.
Luckily, there have been some outings to remind us there is a world outside the front gates. Last Friday, we stacked ourselves neatly into the Cube and trundled up the motorway to the thriving metropolis of Rangiora to watch the family songbird, Jacq D, become Leisl von Trapp.
Proud is an understatement; Bravo! Bravo! Bravo!
So, as the Homestead evenings draw in, you’ll find us in front of the fire – and the TV – keeping warm, often yakking up a storm with the pause button on, hearing the latest number-cruncher’s discovery, and dreaming about our adventure.