Sunday, April 22, 2018

Transitions (And Also, Kind of More of the Same)

April 25 is ANZAC Day, the most revered holiday in Australasia, commemorating the first participation of combined Aussie and Kiwi forces in WWI. It is a date with great significance for me too because we initially landed in New Zealand ANZAC Day, 2010, and will have been in Australasia for seven of the next eight April 25ths. There have been 118 prior blog postings since the beginning. At the end of the last blog, I described how we were moving into J&F in NZ Version 3.5, as my 8/10ths job was reduced to 6/10ths. By adding in my paid leave, I will basically work 1/2 time and have the rest of time off.This is what I requested, and may be idyllic, but the transition has caused me to ponder my relationship to work, retirement, and aging. My thoughts turn to this quotation:
"Love and work....work and love-that's all there is."-Sigmund Freud
My desire to work is in part quite selfish. True, I do still feel competent and that I am providing a service that is wanted, needed, and appreciated. It also provides me with a specific function and place to contribute in my world, and I take great pride and joy in that. Over the next few years, I will try to sort out when it will be time to stop, and how do I find a "new" sense of purpose, and/or accept the inevitable change. In the meantime, I plan to further enjoy my time around this country and travels elsewhere.
Below is my 119th installment chronicling my life and times, both on and off work. 
  March 7-11,2018
Back in Timaru, back at work, I always look forward to the March meeting of the Internal Medicine Society of Australia and New Zealand, aka IMSANZ. It is always a well-planned blend of education and fellowship, with a tiny bit of adventure to boot. This year it was held in Tauranga/Mount Manganui on the east coast of the North Island and the 5th most populated city in NZ. The heart of the Bay of Plenty region, the area is noted for the busiest port in the country, mild weather and good beaches, and the highest average house prices in NZ. We had driven through once before, but this was a chance to stay for five days.
Aerial view of Mount Manganui and Tauranga
 The conference was at the bay-side Trinity Wharf Hotel in Tauranga.
 
If you are fit and eager, no visit is considered complete until you ascend to the top of Mount Manganui. This meant boarding a bus at 6am in the dark to be delivered to the base of the mount in order to scamper up and down to be back in time for the 8am lecture.  My walking buddy was a lovely woman named Jo from Lower Hutt, who also was my role-playing partner the day before and dinner companion later that night. She followed-up the conference with a kind note the next week, and we drove down to Oamaru in April for lunch with Jo and family while she was visiting her in-laws there.
This is what it looked like from the 232 m/760' summit nearing dawn.
This extinct volcanic cone is the dominant geographical feature in the Tauranga district.
View from down the beach later in the day.
War Memorial on the beach
As always, the centerpiece of the meeting is a gala dinner, this time at the Eagle Ridge Winery on the hills overlooking the city: good food, drink, music, and dancing if you like.
The eagle at Eagle Ridge
The view back to the Mount

As with most places in NZ, the locals are proud of the public artworks, like this park dedicated to beloved Kiwi children's author (and long-time local) Lynley Dodd. She is most noted for Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy and sequels, and Hairy (a Scottish terrier) and his pals are immortalized in bronze here.

Around the corner is the Tauranga Art Gallery, featuring an exhibition Future Islands, described thusly:
" Future Islands, New Zealand’s official entry in the 2016 Venice Architecture Biennale, is a story about New Zealand, told through 55 architectural projects on 22 island-like forms, floating through the gallery space."
I could not tell at first if these were all fantasy designs until I recognized some as buildings I have actually seen, like the Len Lye Centre in New Plymouth.


Len Lye Centre in miniature

March 14, 2018
Meanwhile, back in Timaru local hero shot-putter Tom Walsh gifted his home-town fans with an international competition called the Timaru Super Shot in Caroline Bay March 14. Tom is the current World Outdoor and Indoor Champion, following up his Bronze medal in the 2016 Rio Olympics, and by all accounts a really nice fellow.

The Soundshell on the bay is a scenic and versatile venue for all kinds of events, and was converted to a shot-put arena. The crowd was in high spirits and enthusiastically welcomed the Kiwi and foreign competitors. New Zealanders are rightly known for their good sportsmanship and pride in accomplishments of any notable Kiwi.
Canadian Brittany Crew won the Women's Event
March 30-April 1, 2018: Dunedin
The biggest concert tour in the history of New Zealand (and Australasia) headlining Ed Sheeran, selling over 1,000,000 tickets(!) ended in Dunedin with three shows over the Easter weekend. In my efforts to stay competitive in Pub Quiz Music and Culture sections, I try be be "down with the kids", despite the fact the "kids" probably prefer I not. This includes keeping an eye on the charts and music videos, both dominated by Mr. Sheeran for several years now. For those not familiar with his oeuvre, he is a very talented singer/songwriter/musician. At first listen, about 50% of his tunes might be dismissed as "sappy", but on repeated listening, I can appreciate the craftsmanship at work.
It is no exaggeration to say that a significant proportion of  South Islanders attended one of the Dunedin concerts.
The town rolled out the welcome mat, including the controversial $8,350 mural paid for by the Dunedin Town Council. It was de regueur to take a selfie in front of Ed. 
 
Forsyth Barr Stadium was packed with a very mellow and festive crowd of all ages (we were not the most aged there), and many families. Our seats were far, far away and the only video screen was behind the stage, so the view was not great.
The sound system was quite good, however, and the zoom on my camera allowed me to get some decent photos.
Ed was on stage alone and sang and played energetically for nearly two hours. I was confused at the concert because I could seen in my binoculars that at times he was not strumming yet I could hear the guitar, leading me suspect he was using pre-recorded tracks, a charge that really upsets Ed. I Googled later to find out that he is the master of a loop pedal recorder, a foot-activated device that enables him to layer in tracks while playing live. This is a link to a video showing him demonstrating the technique, quite remarkable really. Being Old School, perhaps eventually playing with a band would open-up the songwriting possibilities away from 8-bar loops of sound, but that is a completely uninformed opinion.
April 6-8, 2018: Akaroa/Banks Peninsula
The Banks Peninsula and Akaroa was one of the first NZ places we visited and documented in this prior blog from May, 2010  and I have wanted to return since but it takes at least a two-night stay. My new schedule provided the opportunity.
Map of Banks Peninsula
The area is a geographical anomaly, an ancient volcano cone which collapsed in the center and created Akaroa Harbor. It is connected to Canterbury by a narrow isthmus causing Captain James Cook to mistake it for an island. The weather was great, as my photos demonstrate.
Akaroa Harbour
Akaroa War Memorial
Akaroa's claim to fame is its French heritage. On February 6, 1840 the British and many Maori chiefs signed the Treaty of Waitangi on the upper North Island, and the Brits were anxious to consolidate their presence in NZ. The first tribes or iwi on the South Island signed the Treaty in Akaroa May 30. They also dispatched the HMS Britomart, which arrived on August 16, 1840 to raise the Union Jack two days before the arrival of a shipload of French settlers. The town retains many French names and descendants, but the dominion of the British Empire was never really in question.The local movie house was screening films from 2018 New Zealand French Film Festival, an annual event that shows a selection of cinéma français  in selected locations around the country. We attended screenings in Timaru, Dunedin, here, and the following week in Arrowtown, taking in 13 films in a month.
Britomart Monument at the site of the 1840 flag-raising
Boats for fishing or nature cruises abound
There is a well-organized and informative local museum. You can learn of favorite son Frank Worsley who served as the Captain of the Endurance, Ernest Shackleton's ill-fated ship. After being trapped in Antarctic ice early 1915, he helped navigate a 22 ft. lifeboat 900 miles over open seas, which led to a miraculous rescue of the crew-members left behind.
Part of the Worsley exhibit in the museum....

...and his bust in the town square.
If you are in town for any period of time, you should make a point of visiting The Giant's House, a one-of-a-kind "Old School" tourist experience. The life's work of artist and gardener Josie Martin, she has spent the last 20 years re-imagining this home from 1880 and cultivating the grounds and creating fantastical and whimsical concrete and mosaic statuary. Ms. Martin has incorporated objets d'art from her travels around the globe as well as pottery shards and whatever captures her fancy into giant animals, Adam and Eve, jazz groups, etc. She still roams the grounds and welcomes visitors to her home and B&B.
Liberace wanna-be

Adam&Eve

Acrobats
Bird-lady?
Mosaic walkway

The Giant's House Collage
Sunday April 8th also happened to be Greek Orthodox Easter. I am not "religious" but I feel a hole in my year if I don't do anything for Easter. The marking of the year passing, the sounds, smell, and sights of the church still touch something deep in me, and the previous weekend (Western Easter) in Dunedin eerily religion-free. When I read that a farmer in a tiny hamlet over the hill had built a wooden Russian Orthodox Church on his property, it became my mission to seek it out. Built in 2007 as a faithful wooden replica of one in Novgorod, Russia, the Church of Protection of the Holy Virgin is in Le Bons Bay. Although it is a consecrated church, it does not hold regular services, cannot be seen from the road, and is not open to the general public. I called the landowners late on Saturday but they were scheduled to go into the main church in Christchurch for Easter services.
View looking back at Akaroa Harbour from the rim of  collapsed volcano
 I was determined to at least see it on Sunday, so we took off on the back-roads. The day was gorgeous, and despite a bit of misdirection that led to magnificent vistas, we made our way down to Le Bons Bay and beach. As advertised, despite our best efforts, we could not spy the onion-domed edifice driving through the "village".
Le Bons Bay beach
The owner had told me on the phone that you could spot the church from the Summit Road "if you knew where to look". As we were returning to Akaroa, I pulled over and scanned the valley for something that might be it. This is what the view looked like to the naked eye.

With careful searching by binoculars, and using my camera zoom, I was pleased to capture this image.......
of the church. I felt a bit more whole.
A closer view (not mine).
April 13-16, 2018: Arrowtown
For the third consecutive weekend we were out and about, in part as mentioned above to catch up with a few last films before the French Film Festival ended. Arrowtown was our destination, the tiny gold rush era village so reminiscent of Californian Mother Lode towns like Murphys.
 
The autumn around the mountains of Otago near Queenstown is lovely, and the chill in the air and changing of the colors reminds that winter (and ski season) is approaching.
View along the Arrow River
The luxury of spending three nights there gave us time to leisurely explore places we had omitted before, like a stroll through the historic Chinese Settlement. Gold Rush in California triggered a series of similar manic periods around the greater Pacific Rim in Australia, New Zealand, and the Yukon, as many people arrived drawn to the prospect of untold riches. These included groups of Chinese, mostly from southern China around Canton. They made money from mining, supporting services for miners, and providing cheap labor. In general, they were treated with suspicion by the Caucasians, and most eventually returned home. Scattered around these areas are remnants of these communities, and Arrowtown has preserved whats left in memorial to these pioneers, in the local museum and in the park on the outskirts of town.
A collage of the Chinese Settlement sights
As we were exploring the environment, I saw in the distance a couple in the river. At first I thought they were fishing, but as I neared I saw a person carrying another, then I noted she had a tail. It turns out, she is a professional mermaid from Virginia. Going by her mermaid name Hyli (here is her Instagram link), she travels the world and her partner photographs her in various settings. They have just arrived in new Zealand with the goal of capturing the mermaid at as many of The Lord of the Rings sites as possible (this was one).
She graciously allowed me to take this shot. Who knew mermaiding was such a popular (and lucrative?) pastime? I think she said her day job had to do with manufacturing silicon products like her outfit. It was especially weird to me because just earlier that day I sent this video link to my granddaughter of mermaids in Florida swimming with manatees for her school report (on manatees, not mermaids).
An Odd & an End
I was searching for chestnuts in New Zealand in November to make my yaiyai's Greek rice with chestnuts stuffing, and was told in Timaru multiple times "I have never seen them in NZ". It turns out they are grown locally but in autumn. I found these in the farmer's market in Akaroa.

Combining my search for the traditions of Easter with my love of a good pub quiz, the traditional quiz features a raffle to benefit that week's charitable cause. This 1/2 kilogram milk chocolate bunny caught my eye, and when my number was called I had to have it.
Having it, I am not sure what I will do with it. Currently it sits majestically on top of my bookcase at work.
On Deck
We now awaiting the much anticipated first visit from our dear Fort Bragg friends and neighbors Christine and Doug. They will be here only two weeks and we plan on showing them as much Kiwi fun as they can handle (and perhaps more).
TTFN

Tuesday, February 20, 2018

Summer/Winter Break, 2017-18


Papou demonstrating child-sitting skills with bed-time reading
Right before Christmas we headed for home in California and had our longest stretch in four years there, six glorious weeks. Landing at SFO on the 23rd to our usual pick-up from David N., we dealt with a dead battery and then drove the 3.5 hours to Fort Bragg, pausing there only long enough to sleep, pick up Christmas presents and pack for the mountains and SoCal. The next morning it was off to the cabin in the Sierras with my sisters and extended family and friends.
Christmas dinner with the gang (Photo by DHN)
Christmas pud with hard sauce and Kiwi-themed Christmas Crackers
With all of us there and mild weather, it seemed like the right time to bury sister Angela's ashes in a place she loved.
(Photo by DHN)
After two nights in the mountains and a few days to regroup in Richmond, CA, we headed down to Redondo Beach LA to Sofia, Marquise, and our two grandchildren. We had been invited to watch the kids for a few nights so mom & dad to go back to Arizona for a break to enjoy an adult New Year's Eve with friends. The family had relocated from Phoenix to the LA area just a few months before, enabling us to keep our travel to just one state, a big advantage. Los Angeles has its issues, but given a choice I would rather be near the ocean than in the middle of the desert.
We had a great time and Kimarra and Isaiah are mucho fun, knock-knock jokes and all. Here is a collage that bears witness to that.
Redondo Beach Harbour
We just missed Kimarra's eighth birthday (she's 8 already!!!), but celebrated Isaiah's fifth.
Special Birthday Brekkie @ The Pan in Gardena


Cake and candles with Mommy and selfie

The longer stay in the area allowed us to catch up with niece Xania in Venice Beach, before she took off for a semester in Chile, and to visit with Dr. Nic Castaneda (an American friend I worked with in NZ) in Manhattan Beach.
Venice Beach rooftop with Xania

With Nic @ Pancho's in Manhattan Beach


Manhattan Beach shoreline
The Southern California location made it much easier (with the standard LA caveat "depending on the traffic") for me to pop down to San Diego/Coronado to see my 92 yo father (still a formidable gin player). No pictures of him this time, just of the iconic Hotel del Coronado Beach Resort. You may recognize it from multiple movies shot here through the years, in particular Some Like It Hot with Marilyn Monroe.
Heading northwest across the San Jacinto Mountains towards Rancho Mirage where my sister-in-law lives, took us through high desert, a rugged and sparsely populated landscape. People not familiar with Southern California may be surprised at the elevation and emptiness so close to LA. Artists, ranchers, and lone wolves thrive here. Much like traveling through back roads in New Zealand, you will encounter unexpected sights, such as the giant metal sculptures by Ricardo Breceda.
Snake- by R Breceda
It was good to see Pam pulling things together after the devastating loss last year of her husband, my brother Charles. He would be proud of her!
My sister Margaret has led some tours in the Rancho Mirage/Palm Springs area and strongly suggested we go to Sunnylands Center & Gardens, a 15-acre gift from the wealthy publisher/ambassador/philanthropists Walter and Leonore Annenberg. It is only a mile from Pam's house and we visited the Guest Center and Gardens and had a bite at the café.

Wrapping up in the lower part of the state, we headed back north on US 101, fortunately missing by less than 24 hours the tragic mudslide that took out part of the highway and claimed over 20 lives, a result of prior fires followed by heavy rain.
Our route took us close enough to visit the central coastal village of Cayucos where dear friends the Larsons live. They graciously hosted us at their newly-remodeled home, and when we left, Lars presented us with a Kiwi-related family heirloom with a mysterious history. Ne'er-do-well Uncle Thor, a merchant seaman, returned from one voyage with this photograph, perhaps pilfered from a NZ gallery.
"Hongi", AKA "A Maori Salutation" by Geo. Chance, FRPS
With research, Fayne found the Mr. George Chance was a New Zealand photographer of some renown. Born in Liverpool in 1885, he was active in New Zealand from 1909 until his death in 1963 in Dunedin, as this link will attest, and this photo probably dates from the mid 1920's. Although we found no corroboration of the tale of the heist, we plan to donate it to the local art gallery where it will join others of his work and ensure it is properly preserved.
Proceeding further north, we made a brief stop at the Nestlers in Watsonville, and although it was not precisely my birthday, Mrs. N. surprised me with a cake and candles. I shouldn't have been surprised; she NEVER forgets.
Finally we returned to Fort Bragg, our much neglected home, and stayed for nearly two weeks, by far the longest stretch in 4 years. It felt soooo good, and the highlight was hosting the annual winter meal with my office "family" since 1984. I miss them all.














A few days later, Judy V (my office manager and "rock") and I spent some quality time walking around the spectacular Pomo Bluffs Park overlooking the ocean and Noyo River.

We happened to be in Fort Bragg for the second annual Women's March for women and anyone who cares about women or humanity in general. We attended with neighbors and old friends Christine & Doug, her daughter Haley & husband Nathan. There was unexpected excitement that morning as a derelict building next door to Christine's mom Anne's house was engulfed in flames. Once we made sure Anne was out of harm's way and the blaze was contained, it was entertaining to watch the professionals at work from Anne's back yard.


Firefighters arrive

The next day
The March was spirited and provided a chance to see other old, righteous friends.
It was also good to catch up with two old Dixon High School mates, Jim Seyman and Dick Rossi. I haven't seen much of either for the last 50 years, but we caught up a bit for a few hours in a Mendocino pub.
With Jim, a Sacramento restaurateur, in front of Patterson's Pub
With Dick, a Santa Cruz PT, where else but Dick's Place


Following the Fort Bragg visit, we had about a week left in the Bay Area to tidy things up, take care of some business, visit with more old friends like Gerry and Betsy N. and Heather F. in Davis. Before leaving there was one final "appreciation dinner" with my sisters. When we lived part-time in Sausalito for Sofia to attend high school, Fayne started having a potluck dinner on Tuesday night with my mother Billie Hope. My sisters picked up the tradition after her passing and continued it after Angela died in 2013 as a a way to celebrate and give thanks for each other. 
January 31 and it was time to board Air New Zealand Flight 7 back to NZ. We had left presents from Fayne's sister Mary for us to open when we return, as a symbolic end to the holiday season.
Gifts from Mary et al.
The return marked a transition to a new phase in our New Zealand adventure, call it J&F in NZ 3.5.
  1. First trip here April 2010-February 2011
  2. Work in Auckland March-August 2012
  3. Return to Timaru February 2014 for an 8/10ths position
    • 3.5. 2018-Cut back to 6/10ths position.
Last year along with two of my colleagues, we presented a plan to the administration for the three of us to share two full-time job  equivalents, and they accepted our proposal. I wanted this extra leave to have more time to spend back at home, but also have time to visit other destinations around the globe, and it looks like that will be happening in the years to come. I will have about six month a year not at work.This is really good news, but will take some adjustment on my part. I truly LOVE my job (as I have told many people) and I am not motivated by the desire to work less or retire. In my fantasy parallel universe, there are two of me, one to work full-time and the other to visit and travel year-round. I suspect this dilemma will not get me any sympathy, and I am sure it will all work out splendidly, I just need to think about things a little differently. Any change (even for the good) brings stress with it, although I am not always the most in tune in real time with my inner feelings. Things usually dawn on me days, weeks, or sometimes even months later.

For example, I just became aware of anxiety I feel when I switch lives and hemispheres: South to North, winter to summer, work to not work. When the crew of the Starship Enterprise use the transporter, it looks effortless. But if that were really possible, I am sure having your molecules vaporized then reassembled far away would be somewhat uncomfortable and disorienting, however briefly. That's a bit what it feel like for me when I go back and forth. Stay tuned! I'll keep you all posted as to how things evolve.