A bit of a bi-lingual dilemma….so how would you say ‘bon voyage’ in Kiwi?
with a small pressie from me.
Warning: Cool topic, but dreadful photos ahead…
Ireland sometimes takes a verbal beating on the topic of weather. It’s cold. It’s rainy. It’s windy. It’s the opening line of many a conversation.
“Ah sure, it’s a grand, soft day.”
Translation: It’s misting heavily and I have a bad hair day to look forward to.
“Fresh day, isn’t it?”
Translation: There might be a hint of sun, but generally it’s cold and windy and that smile may be permanently frozen to my face by the gale force wind.
But, I have to say that I have never lived anywhere that can do rainbows as Ireland does. The constantly changing status between sun and rain produces the most magnificent rainbows. Intense in colour…full size arcs reaching to the ground…often with a visible double arch. And such was today’s view after walking the kids to school….somewhat lacking in true representation from horrible mobile phone pic (must carry camera at all times). But hopefully you get the point….
I wish I could be rather ambivalent to something and still be proficient…
There was that niggling feeling that it had been far too long since Daughter-Kate and I had experienced good mother-daughter time together. So many things to do. Not enough time to do them. Quality time being somehow lost in the shuffle. Of course the obvious thing was to issue an invitation…
‘Kate, would you like to join me in the city for my knitting group?’
‘Sure!’ said she without a moment’s hesitation.
I was kind of surprised as Kate’s not too keen on knitting in general. Fair enough…..she’s 10.
‘Why don’t we go in a little early and look in the shops?’
‘OK!’ was the split-second reply while the question was still being formed on my lips.
Yep, far too long since we’d done this…
‘So, what are you going to knit while we’re at the group?’ I posed to her.
‘I don’t know. Don’t want to do anything really. I just want to knit in a circle. Never done that,’ she responded less than enthusiastically.
Right, simple enough. Got out some leftover bits of Lamb’s Pride Chunky along with size 13 Denise needles and a short cable. Cast on enough stitches so she could have a good run of it. Nothing major. Just something to knit while with the girls to be frogged later. And as we know by now, Kate doesn’t particularly fancy knitting anyway….
What I should have known would happen was-
Wow. Ambivalent proficiency at its finest.