Some years ago I 'discovered' Elizabeth Knox as a New Zealand author, and have read pretty much everything she has written. However, there are three novels which have really lived in my memory since reading them: Paremata, Pomare and Tawa. These three short books - novellas, really - tell the story of the main character's adolescence and womanhood near 1960s Wellington.
Elements of these stories resonate with me because they felt like my experience. It gave a voice to my own experiences which had not truly had coherence until Elizabeth Knox manifested it.
If you have not yet read these books, investigate your local library. They are refreshing, eye-opening and enlightening.
Sam
Hi everyone,
I hope you are all in good health.
As I mentioned last month, my semester started well, and the students are now well underway with their projects. I have a great team of supervisors, and we are all only directly supervising 9 students each. Whew: it is like night and day compared to the beginning of previous semesters. Some students will still struggle, but I hope that we can get them all to 'competent' level. We have good library and mentor support for the international students, and enough of the mentors are coming to our weekly supervisor meetings to share the knowledge around about exactly what the expectations are.
In addition to the FutureLearn courses I told you about last month, I started another MOOC this month which ran for four weeks through Berkley on Academic and Business Writing. It was an OK course, and I did learn some new things. This is all in support of getting a couple of academic publications submitted toward the end of this year... though I am running out of time, rather!
My family celebrated my brother's birthday at Nahm, a Vietnamese restaurant along the waterfront. They do lovely food - and there are good options for people with all the restrictions I now have in order to avoid migraines (and the migraine avoidance is going very well).
I was at the hairdressers when Katherine and Craig walked in, on a spur of the moment weekend trip to Nelson. We caught up with them for dinner at E-Street (East Street), a local vegetarian restaurant. A serendipidous meeting and a lovely night out.
Jan is starting to need a bit more focus... and is borrowing my magifying glasses! He suits them better than I do though :-(
As usual this month, although the mornings were crisp we had some gorgeous clear days. Lovely. And easy for Bonnie to cope with a good long walk. The cancerous tumour on her leg has been very slow growing (thank goodness) and it is not yet impeding her at all, nor is it causing her any pain. As Jan keeps saying, "She doesn't know she has it, and we aren't telling her"! Boo has been taking herself off for walks during the day. She doesn't seem to have been getting herself into trouble, but it does remind me that there is an element of "Well, if you don't take me for a walk, I will have to take myself" which is spurring me to take them both for a walk morning and evening, regardless of the weather.
Jan is going to sell his motorbike and get a BMW later this year. John is in charge of the advertising, sale and new purchase. The BMW should be here early December, but will depend on what John manages to find in Europe between now and then.
It has taken us a while, but we have started to buy Oaklands milk. This is A2 milk (read more on this here), locally produced, and we self-fill our own bottles in a Latreria machine (very cute!). It has cut our plastic recycling down significantly... the best plastic being the plastic you don't buy or use. You get a wee 'token' - like a key fob - which you slide into the machine and the chip holds your balance. You load funds onto it by putting notes into a slot. The milk is very nice: not homogenised, and doesn't go off as quickly as the supermarket milk does.
We had afternoon tea with my Mother a couple of times, and visited Uncle Norman as much as we could in the nursing home - Kensington Court in Stoke. He is continuing to be plagued by ulcers and is steadily growing more frail. My Mother has not managed to visit him very often as she has had a couple of colds, following on from her pneumonia in June.
While Jan is enjoying only working three days a week, I am sensing quite a bit of edginess in him. He has started to play in a quartet on Monday mornings, but whether that will be enough to structure his week will remain to be seen!
Until next time
Sam (& Jan)
