That'll do donkey
January 13, 2005Ruby Bay, New Zealand
4:22pm
So after this entry I will be writing daily again. The entries will be brief, sometimes it will be difficult to eek out a sentence, but I must attack it every day, or it becomes more of a burden then a pleasure and at the very least it this should be an exercise in writing.
So where were we, oh yes, the tender pining for home and all the smiling faces that it would entail. Perhaps that is exactly what I am looking forward to, the centre of attention, the back slaps from the dudes and sexy hugs from the dudettes. The warmth of my family laughing at my bad jokes again. What I am not looking forward to is the begging for employment. In fact, my dream job was posted on-line and I quickly wrote a heartfelt cover letter appealing to the potential employer how I would be the perfect person for the job. Needless to say the male strip revue was looking for someone more….how can I say it…donkey like? I will continue to peruse the web sites.
The last five days were highlighted by our return to the Riwaka Resurgence, to actually witness the hole where the Riwaka River begins. It was not that exciting. Just really clean, clear water, which we sipped. Down the mountain a little I jumped in the very very very cold water after three younger guys did it first.
I had intentions of doing it before they arrived, but they were definitely the motivating factor for me to take the leap into the water, allowing my testicles to quickly ascend my body to nestle somewhere near my esophagus. The brave trio stood on the shore blue lipped and shivering. We all said goodbye with very squeaky voices.
Ironically, Tana and Glenn and their son arrived at the Resurgence as the same time as us. They are the couple that stayed in cottage on the same property for the first ten days after we arrived. Thier son is the one with the painfully slow way of talking. He was not very interested in Hud, or us, so we parted ways with promises of getting together over the next few days as they were visiting from the other side of the island with friends. They called and cancelled the next day as their son came down with the flue. I had an odd feeling that they may have dissed us. I wonder if they found the web site. Oh well, the kid should simply speed up his speech.
The other day, Hud and I walked down to the beach, leaving Steph to have a little snooze at home. Toshke the fox terrier skittered along with us. On the way down, I had the pleasure of watching my boy and a cute dog walk down a gravel path that split the greenish yellow field on the way to the ocean. The dog was excited to be going on a walk and Hud let her jump up and down his ever-lengthening body. It was like he grew a couple of inches on the walk to the water.
The aquamarine ocean lay dormant in the background, waiting for us to arrive, the tide creeping in, covering our crab hunting spot. The sky was massive, never ending, the clouds thin and scared, the sun somewhere else, too high in the sky to be seen, making its presence felt with a soft, but intense heat.
The whole thing was beautiful, the sight of my boy and a dog and an ocean and a field, and the actual feeling of being with him, in a place so far away from the familiar, us loving each other more every day, only me knowing how lucky we are to share such unique times, in such a unique place. I had to hold my chest to keep my heart from bursting apart. It’s these moments, and there have been many, that makes this irresponsible trip worth so much.
Today was another proud moment as I attended Hud’s swim class. I almost cried as I watched him hold his breath and swim to the bottom of a shallow pool and pick up a plastic whale. He was so happy to see me when he brought the whale up. I told him how proud I was, and that he should be so proud of himself. Yikes I am getting weepy again right now.
So two weeks yesterday we leave Nelson and this wonderful barn.
I will miss it.
Love to all,
J.
posted by Jason @ 10:46 PM
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