Grace Notes – November 2019

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Grace Notes – November 2019

Where has this year gone? Iím quite sure that the older I get the faster time
October was a particularly busy month for me but also mostly enjoyable,
except for the past two weeks.
At the beginning of the month I had the pleasure of attending a Suzuki Music
Conference in Rotorua. These teacher conferences are held every three years
and due to my health issues I had missed the last two, so it was with great
excitement that I caught up with colleagues from all around NZ who I hadnít
seen for such a long time. We had five tutors from Belgium, Australia,
Holland, Canada and Los Angeles who shared with us the wisdom of their
teaching. It was all so motivating that I have returned to my six students with
a full heart.
Unfortunately the past two weeks have been rather worrisome as my husband
has been in North Shore Hospital waiting on heart surgery. The days have
been hard and long for him so hopefully the waiting wonít last too much
Finally on a more enjoyable note, my granddaughter Stella, is currently
performing in the show ĎOliverí at the Centrestage theatre in Orewa. It is a
huge commitment for an 8 year old but she appears to be in her element and
loving every minute of it.
The birthday trip to Sydney planned since April with my four Greenwood
granddaughters was upon us. 17 October, flight 109, we were off! Melissa our
chauffeur for the holiday, picked us up from the airport – soon settled into our
apartment at the Radisson and off to find a meal at the Noodle Market in
Hyde Park. Queues too long – we voted to dine near the hotel and were well
Programme for Friday took us to beautiful Balmoral Beach where two girls
dived into the icy water and splashed round like a couple of seal pups! Picture a couple of young mums away without children at a dreamy Sydney beach – who cares about the cold water??
Soon time to think about the evening – back to change – head across town to
Olympic Stadium for the Edinburgh Military Tattoo. Luckily we had a table
booked for dinner – everything full – lovely meal – walk to Stadium and find
our excellent seats. Pre programme, a group of Buchanans, in their tartan
were welcomed, stirring our group as Bob’s mother was a proud Buchanan.
Our nerves tingled as the first pipers marched across the stadium , leading a
grand programme of spectacular items, including hundreds of Highland
dancers in multicoloured skirts and waistcoats; amazing Swiss drummers; NZ
Lochiel Marching Team, to name but a few. I felt the lighting could have
been better – we were viewing from a distance and often could not see the full
effect of the performers. Some items which seemed out of place in a Military
Tattoo went on too long. We managed a quick exit and our long journey to the
hotel was un-eventful, thankfully. We were tired but excited with our
wonderful day/night.
Next day Grant (Melissa’s husband) took us on a magical cruise on the
Harbour (he had left home with the boat at 6am). Melissa was forward hand
on MS Pelican and they took us under the Harbour Bridge, beside the Opera
House, Botanical Gardens, Government House, Darling Harbour, finally
sheltering in a bay where the girls swam off the boat and walked ashore while
I stretched out on a bunk for some time out. Grant put us ashore at the Fish
Market where we purchased a beautiful salmon and other ingredients to make
a gourmet meal on the boat – out came the mobile table, bubbly, napkins,
wine glasses, the lot – luxury – a delicious meal on SYDNEY HARBOUR !!
A huge day – time to think about food and bed – but wait – ! Didn’t someone
say there was Rugby on – England vs. Australia and later NZ vs. Ireland – !! A
freshen up – change of clothes – Rachel and I went to the pub next door to
watch the games. I managed 1.5 and Rachel managed 2!! The cherry on the
cake, I didnít expect to be able to see the Rugby.
Sunday was an early start – pack up – drive to Coogee to meet Grace who
now works in Sydney, for brunch, a lovely walk round the cliffs, the sight of
whales broaching on the horizon, school fish working in the sea below, blue
sky and sun (again). We said our farewells to Grace then Melissa drove us to
the airport for our flight home.

This is why we love children….

I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when
a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was
stark naked! As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout
from the back seat, ‘Mom, that lady isn’t wearing a seat belt!’
On the first day of school, a first-grader handed his teacher a note from his
mother. The note read, ‘The opinions expressed by this child are not
necessarily those of his parents.’
A woman was trying hard to get the ketchup out of the jar During her
struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the
phone. ‘Mommy can’t come to the phone to talk to you right now. She’s
hitting the bottle.’
A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women’s locker
room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies
grabbing towels and running for cover The little boy watched in amazement
and then asked, ‘What’s the matter, haven’t you ever seen a little boy before?’
5) POLICE # 1
While taking a routine vandalism report at an elementary school, I was
interrupted by a little girl about 6 years old. Looking up and down at my
uniform, she asked, ‘Are you a cop? Yes,’ I answered and continued
writing the report. My mother said if I ever needed help I should ask the
police. Is that right?’ ‘Yes, that’s right,’ I told her. ‘Well, then,’ she said
as she extended her foot toward me, ‘would you please tie my shoe?’
6) POLICE # 2
It was the end of the day when I parked my police van in front of the station.
As I gathered my equipment, my K-9 partner, Jake, was barking, and I saw
a little boy staring in at me. ‘Is that a dog you got back there? He asked. ‘It
sure is,’ I replied. Puzzled, the boy looked at me and then towards the back
of the van. Finally he said, ‘What’d he do?’
While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. She was
unfailingly intrigued by the various appliances of old age, particularly the
canes, walkers and wheelchairs. One day I found her staring at a pair of
false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage
of questions, she merely turned and whispered, ‘The tooth fairy will never
believe this!’
A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw her
dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, íDaddy, you shouldn’t wear that
suit.’ ‘And why not, darling?’ ‘You know that it always gives you a
headache the next morning.’
A little girl had just finished her first week of school. ‘I’m just wasting my
time,’ she said to her mother. ‘I can’t read, I can’t write, and they won’t let me