First! January 15, 2009
Well well, my first blog post. The site will be changed soon to suit it’s name and my tastes. I will state now that all my posts will consist of nothing I wouldn’t mind my parents finding out about. Mostly.
The more recent events I can recall include my step-father slipping on the steps outside our lounge, badly injuring his leg. I flew up to Auckland on Thursday to see my Dad and my 80 pound pistol crossbow finally arrived in my home town. Which means that I have to wait two more days to even lay eyes on it. Apparently no license or age is required for any regular crossbow, yet they can be much worse than air guns. I have warned my parents they are not to touch it, and that there will be severe consequences if I’m ignored. Hopefully my bother and sister haven’t got it into their minds that because I forgot to mention them when I said no touching, that this means that they can be the parent’s eyes and hands or their own for that matter. Yes, that means absolutely no one is to put their mucky paws on it, ‘till I say. No one. Not even Khrushchev. I intend to reduce the population of cute fluffy things in my region with it, as this summer is extraordinarily… Productive. Rabbits, rats, mice, magpies. Plenty of targets.
Today I again smelt the smell of the salty sea. I can still taste it on my lips. I realize every time I come up here, how much I missed being near the ocean. I grew up here, when you went to a large body of water there would be shells. Not so in the Waikato (that rhymed!) I miss being able to pick some pretty one and take it home to a large collection of pointless annoying objects. When I left Auckland, I left childhood and the memories of it. When my body moved, my mind followed. I only truly understood this when I was looking though old photos yesterday. I regained a connection I had lost (mostly because I have an awful memory) with my childhood. The old sea takes me back to those days when life was very simple, free and full of bliss. I always wanted to be older then, so people would take me seriously. No regrets from those days. People still don’t take me seriously, however. Ah well. Time moves forward, I cannot slow it and I cannot make it go faster.
Also I got smacked in the face with an oar. Not hard enough to take out teeth, but enough to make blank out a second (that’s bad in the water). It was an accident. I was too close to a dingy and a somewhat large and heavy man jumped out, which forced the whole thing backwards and I got a paddling to the right side of my face. Good times.