Firstly I would like to let you know that the Stuart Street Potter's Co-operative in Dunedin is having a Mid-Winter celebration at the gallery in Lower Stuart Street, with the opening this coming Saturday. Everyone is invited to come to the opening and hot soup is on the menu! The weather forecast is not very good for the next few days in this part of the country, so a warm bowl of soup to banish the cold will be very welcome! Unfortunately I won't be able to be there in person, but a good number of the Stuart Street potters will be there, and the food and company is always very good at these events! And, of course, there will be lots of lovely pottery for you to marvel at and buy!!
Secondly, for those of you who seemed interested last time I put a photograph of a Black Swan on the blog, here is a juvenile Black Swan. I took the photo a few days ago at the Lagoon that is near where we live. The dear thing seems uncertain as to what colour it will end up, but the head and top of the neck are getting the right idea!
The day that I took the photo of the swan was a grand one for taking photographs. The sky was rather like the sort we get when there is a North Westerly wind blowing, but the air was quite still, and the water mirrored the grey clouds in a really fine manner.
On another occasion, when I ventured out, the sky was more threatening, but the spectacle of the sun trying to push its way through the thick winter sky was wonderful.
The v shaped wake of passing ducks reminded me of the vapour trails of high-flying jet aircraft.
In the middle of April, I did something nasty to my lower back whilst loading kilns. It was a very busy time with exhibition deadlines to meet, and shelves to stock, and I worked silly hours of the day and night, and paid the price.
I have not been able to work at my potting since then, and I have probably quite a long time ahead of me before I can go back to it.
I cannot really emphasise enough how completely my life has been changed by the injury. I was working up to 70 hours a week before it happened, and now my studio is out of bounds. I have found it rather hard to face up to this fact, especially on the days when I wake up feeling fairly good.
The reality is that it takes very little to make me decidedly uncomfortable. I cannot sit in a chair for very long, and for a few weeks I could not even do that simple thing. Now that sitting is possible, I can drive a short way, and this has been a wonderful step, as I can now get to the next village, 12 km away when I have to. This I have managed twice so far, once to see the dentist, and the other time for a physiotherapy appointment.
Some days I can walk half a kilometre without discomfort, other days I am in trouble within a few metres. On really good days I get further, as is evidenced by the photos of the lagoon.
I feel rather foolish writing all this, but I thought that I had better put the record straight.
I have confidence that I will get better one day, but it will be an "adventure" getting to that point.
I was tempted to close the blog, as I did not want it to descend into a rather miserable account of backs and bodily functions.
I will endeavour to keep the blog going, but you may have to put up with photographs of the weather and, more frightening, the occasional story or poem! I probably won't say much about the back. It will be a quiet little battle within these four walls that I will fight standing up and lying flat on the floor.
It is traditional for the English to have a cup of tea and talk about the weather, so I thought I would round this post off with a mention of the rain that we have just had!
Earlier in the week the main road South of our village was cut off by flood water, and some houses in the village got very damp indeed!
Our friends, Mark and Rhonda, took some photos and I have included some of them here.
|A house threatened by flood water in Beach Street Waikouaiti.|
|Water doesn't keep out of a shut gate!|
|The Waikouaiti River, just South of the village, looking considerably wider than usual.|