I can't tell you how much I would like to step into that view (Bill Bryson)

Kindred Spirits - Asher Brown Durand

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Bill Bryson's two books A Walk in the Woods and Down Under were published together in an omnibus edition called Walkabout. I have read a few of his books before, but not these two, so I gobbled up this edition for a dollar during a closing down sale of a local second hand bookstore in Waipukerau.

The Appalachian Trail (AT) is the focus of his Walk in the Woods. During which he writes effusively about the Kindred Spirits painting - which is a heavily idealised view of the woods. The reality of the woods is a different matter.

The description of his walks along part of the AT is a pretty honest one. BB doesn't skimp on the hardships and misery involved at times on the journey, while there is also a wide-eyed euphoric appreciation of the impressive views.

As I read, I couldn't help thinking about my excursion up Mt Tamalpais with Mike Rowbottam and dreams of walking the Camino. 

Hiking along mountain trails, through dense woods, and staying in miserable conditions in cabins with strangers is not my thing. But walking is.

It's interesting reading the book alongside Gary Snyder's The Practice of the Wild. In his essay The Etiquette of Freedom he writes about walking:

Walking is the great adventure, the first mediation, a practice of heartiness and soul primary to humankind. Walking is the exact balance of spirit and humility.

I'm sure BB would concur.

Back to Synder - Human beings are audacious. They set out to have adventures and try to do more than perhaps they should.

Hence my quest to walk the Camino at some point in the next ten years. It would be audacious but worthwhile in terms of a learning experience.

Snyder again - Some of us have learned much from travelling day after day on foot over snowfields, rockslides, passes, torrents, and valley floor forests, "putting ourselves out there".

I'm halfway through A Walk in the Woods, and BB has yet to share revelations about what he's learned about himself. As I read on, I'll be looking out for some specific reference to that.

Love and peace - Wozza

I'm a man of contradictions, I'm a man of many moods, I contain multitudes (Bob Dylan and Walt Whitman)

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The final edition of my self-assessment series is a response to the existential question - who are you, really?

The simplest, most profound, and hardest to answer question of all.

A while ago, my eldest son asked me this very question. At the time it kind of broadsided me, and then resulted in some ongoing deep level consideration of my core being.

Like Uncle Walt and everyone else, I contain multitudes, and like Bob, I'm a man of contradictions.

Blithely, I could fob myself off with my usual WYSIWYG response but I sense that will not satisfy my needs.

Since 2008, the blogosphere has read and studied me via my blog entries but I obviously self-censor these things as a matter of self-preservation. My students are among those who love to read my musing after all.

So, by necessity, I need to tip toe through this answer, while remaining true to myself, and you, dear reader.

The problem is - which me do I consider? Young me, early fatherhood me, middle aged me, or me now? Like all of us, I have physically changed, grown up, developed my thinking, experienced a wealth of things, failed lots, been shit canned, gone sideways, backwards and promoted many times.

The answer is obvious - I talk about the current me - the be-here-now me.

Enough preamble; here goes:

At my core I have key values that I hold myself accountable to; the key one being integrity. This is a value often used in schools in a superficial way, but I hold myself to account a lot - on a daily, hourly basis (yes - teaching is a great testing ground for what is right and wrong). Teaching involves hundreds of micro decisions a day. Integrity is key.

A Year 13 student this morning (as I type this) asked me if she could go and make some toast in the Year 13 common room - she was hungry.  I was pleased she asked and she understood when I said - sorry, no. But she wasn't done. She reminded me that I have a thing called Milo Friday where the class can grab a milo and come back for a more relaxed end of the week class. This isn't Friday though, and even then toast isn't on the menu. Eating in class, as a school rule, is a no no, which she knows, so she countered with, I could eat it outside the classroom. Again, sorry - no.

That ended the 'discussion' which involved me considering my own Pirate Code. The first 'guideline' being - Do the right thing, now. If I'd said, yes - go ahead, make some toast, I would have opened a portal to future pain and I would consciously have gone against the spirit of the school rule. Nuances. The right thing to do was to say again, sorry - no.

Consistency is important to me and sometimes it can be testing. What you do for one you do for all was a motto at my last school. Much earlier, my father had instilled that idea/ model in me and that informed how I treated our four children. Did/do I always get it right? Probably not, but that was the aim.

Another aim was/is not to be hypercritical. I don't think getting drunk is a good idea (I've never been drunk). I don't think smoking is a good idea (I've never smoked anything). I don't think tattoos are a good idea (I'm the only person in my family without one). If other people choose to do those things that's nothing to do with me - it's just not for me (we can only exercise control over ourselves).

That all probably makes me sound conservative and boring and narrow minded. Sure, at times I am guilty as charged. At others I can be liberal, daring in pursuit of goals, and open minded - they also go towards the real me. I'm a man of contradictions.

What influences the other multitudes also makes me unique. Things like: my Anglican faith (I was baptised and confirmed in the Anglican church); my interest in sport, literature, quotes, and mass media (music, film, blogging); experiences from living in different countries (China, Qatar, the UAE, England, New Zealand); being a Kiwi; my philosophical perspectives - a melting pot of faiths/ideas from Buddhism, stoicism, Christianity; my relationships with friends and family (I am thankful for all of them); my memories; my lack of an existential crisis (I know who I am and what I stand for); and my purpose in life (I am very clear on that as readers of Baggy Trousers can appreciate).

That will do it for now. I know I have more to say on this topic. This is not the definitive word. I remain a work in progress. I wrote an autobiography in my thirties and updated it for my blog a few years ago. I'm not done yet.

Love and peace - WNP

I don't wanna sit around, walk around today. I'd much rather levitate (Kurt Vile)

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Part 5 in Ryan Holiday's provoked self-assessment series asked the fundamental questions: How does your mind work? Why does it work that way?

That took some thinking about (the self-examined life's not easy remember). That wasn't meant to be a smart alecky comment, instead it points to how my mind works.

I can still remember a moment of crystal-clear clarity as I walked home from a late lecture on Chaucer at Auckland University in my early twenties. I looked at the trees in Albert Park and I had a bullet-to-the-head revelation - I could see things distinctly for the first time.

My teenage boy fog had finally lifted, and I could see clearly now. It pointed to how my consciousness had bloomed at University and I found I could now reflect in a deep and sustained way.

I have always had the ability to focus intently on something. In the early days it was a book, or a TV programme, or while I was playing football. Mum would often say the house could be burning down around me and I wouldn't notice.

I'm still like that - ask my students or Jacky. I really really really block out things when I'm concentrating intently. When they break into that concentration, I can get quite frustrated. Why can't they see that I'm deep into it? That kind of frustration. I do get that I could be the only person alive with this ability (and there it is - my sarcasm).

I've strayed into personal qualities a tad but that's also how my mind works at times. It's why I love the Seinfeld eye roll so much. It also points to my refusal to take things too seriously - there's always a (sometimes inappropriate) laugh bubbling away under the surface.

I've digressed. My brain/mind is heavily biased toward language and communication. That's why I need this blogging business; that's why I'm an English teacher (the perfect job for me); that's why I can't live without music.

Why does it work that way? Obviously, my mother and father can take a large dollop of credit for that. After all - they made me. 

[My sometimes smart alecky approach is mine alone, as are my many other faults].

My father and I were very different people. I do not have his scientific mind (Ross is a clone), but I do share his analytical approach, his slight aloofness, and some of his social awkwardness (my struggle with phatic communion). 

From my mother I inherited her openness, her passion for things, her sense of humour, her love of communication (although, unlike me, she could talk on the phone for hours).

In the past I've failed to see my father in me, but I now recognise how much I am a composite of them both.

I realise I've only just scratched the surface of these two Ryan Holiday questions, but they are things I'll continue to chew over in my mind. Ha ha!

Love and peace - Wozza

You often meet your fate on the road you take to avoid it (Goldie Hawn)

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Growing older has its benefits.

Ryan Holiday (who is 39) is one who has acknowledged the positive changes that come with greater maturity: One thing I've noticed? I am calmer. I am quieter. I argue less. I get upset less. I admit I am wrong more often. 

This is wisdom, Epictetus said. Getting in fewer fights, letting more things go, focusing more on what you control. A smooth flow of life.

That's all groovy and all when you're under 40, until time flies and you become completely reliant on a caring helping hand to get through the day and night.

Recently, I visited some aged care facilities (not for me, I hasten to add) and I do not want to be someone who is wheeled into a dining hall in a recliner chair for lunch, thank you very much.

It's a bugger getting old.

Love and peace - Wozza

Ooh - ooh ain't it good for you. My own home recipe will see you through (Traffic)

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Part 4: What are the patterns I picked up in childhood?

[A pattern is when things happen or appear in a repeated order that you can notice and predict; childhood is roughly the time before puberty]

In many ways the patterns I picked up on before teenagerhood are still with me. That's because they resulted in a couple of epiphanies that came along during that time. They provided the path I have been following ever since.

The patterns have their bedrock in life with my parents and brother at 18 Korma Ave. There were loads of books around, there were loads of records around, we were early adopters of mass media, and technology (dad built our first TV). 

I had a few close friends but I was also reserved as far as that went. There were the usual birthday parties with friends from school or football and my parents friends but no one person stuck until I was a teenager.

Family patterns were set early too. My brother and I were close in those childhood years and we lived in a peaceful, calm house. Our parents clearly loved each other (if there were disagreements, I never heard them). Feelings of trust and gullibility came from this environment. I was closer to mum than dad during these years. I have many of her traits and Ross is a lot like dad with his skills and attributes. That's simplistic, I know, but it's how I see it.

My childhood included many visits to my three grandparents' homes but they seldom came to ours. We were close to mum's Adsett family because she was close to her brothers but we had little to do with the extended Purdy family. I didn't even know about them until my twenties. I don't really know why it was like that.

As a result, I read a lot of comics and books (Marvel and DC, Look & Learn, Shoot and Goal), watched a lot of Television, listened to a lot of music on the radio, played a lot of sport - not just football and tennis but loads of other things like swimming (we had a pool), softball, cricket, singing (I was in the choir at Royal Oak Primary), art (I loved to draw), table tennis and I even played a game of rugby when they were short. I was good at sport and sport was good for me.

Traumas in childhood were few. I pulled a boiling kettle onto myself when I was two. I have the scar on my ankle where the drip was attached but no memory of it - just what mum told me. A large, loud, terrifying pig dog frightened me as mum walked me home along Pah Rd - leading to my deep distrust of dogs. Returning to Auckland from a Sydney holiday, we had a flight that hit really bad turbulence (so bad Ross and I still remember the sensation). That has led to a lifetime of nervous flying.

These patterns led to three key childhood life changing epiphanies :

• Epiphany 1 - At age four I fell in love with football.
• Epiphany 2 - While watching The Beatles on The Ed Sullivan Show.
• Epiphany 3 - Deciding on a career as a teacher when I was 12.

Love and peace - Wozza

The pen that writes your life story must be held in your own hand (Irene C. Kassorla)

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Part 3 - What do I like? What do I hate?

I kind of balked at this question in Ryan Holiday's book. I dislike a few things, but I don't hate anything. 

[That Star Wars thing. Yoda points out that "Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering."]

I've written about my likes before here. If you can't be bothered reading that post here is the Readers' Digest version:

• They fit into various categories like sport: Arsenal F.C.; Rochdale; Pitsburgh Steelers; the All Blacks.
• Music: The Beatles is the obvious one but I am a completist for a large number of artists and labels.
• Films: again Star Wars is obvious but there are many others like Once,
• Books: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance is calling me for a fifth read through.
• Ephemera: The 'I love...' list at the back of my 2005 journal written while living in England summarises things I'd written about during the year:
• The weather
• The Houses
• 28 Victoria Road, Leigh-on-sea
• Scottish borders
• The trains
• The underground
• People (staff) at school - King John
• The Guardian newspaper
• The Times
• Weather forecasts
• Snow
• Walking - Southend/Hadleigh Castle/ Hockley Woods
• Leigh-on-sea shops at night
• London sun
• Fopp
• Picking one at random - here's an excerpt from 2 January about the Scottish borders:
• The border area remains a real favourite of mine. We stopped at the English/Scottish border - huge winter winds/ a rain shower and gathering gloom from impending night and the mists made this a real highlight! I can't help it. I much prefer autumn and winter to the heat of summer. Gloomy days and early darkness have a lot of appeal. Particularly when allied to the warmth of English houses and pubs.

Much like everyone, I'm multi-faceted and full of contradictions. But I know what I like.

Love and peace - Wozza

Remember, one man's ceiling is another man's floor (Paul Simon)

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So, here we are, as promised - this one is about my flaws. I said I'd limit it to the top 100, but let's see where I get to, shall we?

1. Gullibility - I'm quick to believe stories. A current student keeps feeding me tales and I swallow them up every time.
2. Loyalty - it can go either way, be a strength or a flaw, but my tendency is to stick with the tried and true. I inherited this trait from my father. I can't help being influenced by him*. The expression 'loyal to a fault' applies.
3. I also tend to get defensive with negative feedback and criticism. I'm aware of it and I've been working at it over the last couple of decades. It remains a WIP.
4. The obsessive-compulsive side of my personality manifests itself in my music collection. I am a completist with certain artists and labels. It began as a teenager with The Beatles and John Lennon but has spread over the last 30 years. That's it for the emotional/personality flaws. 
5. In terms of social and interpersonal ones I will own up to a reclusive gene, and a struggle with an aspect of phatic communion - small talk. I tend to get awkward in some social settings.
6. A behavioural flaw centres on my fog dwelling. It may appear that I'm absent-minded at times but the reality is that when I'm completely locked in/ focussed I enter into a kind of foggy dream state where nothing else exists. I understand that this can be very frustrating to key people in my life.

How many was that? Six or seven (ha ha). 

Love and peace - Wozza

*BTW it was his birthday on the weekend (he would have been 98). His influence remains strongly with me as you can tell by my frequent mentions in these posts.  

I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be (Joan Didion)

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The unexamined life is not worth living, according to Socrates, but the examined life isn't a snap either.

Polonius' advice to his son (Be true to yourself) and the Oracle at Delphi's advice (know thyself) are all well and good but knowing yourself is not a breeze.

As Ryan Holiday says, self-awareness is rare and is a pursuit that takes a lifetime.

From time to time, I attempt to explain who I am in this blog. Here's another chapter in that on-going quest.

Ryan suggests some questions in his book Wisdom Takes Work to help work yourself out.

• What are your strengths?
• What are your flaws?
• What do you like? What do you hate?  
• What are the patterns you picked up in childhood?
• How does your mind work? Why does it work that way?
• Who are you, really?

Now I'm not about to answer all of those now, but I'll have a go at them one at a time.

First up: my strengths.

This is interesting because when I've asked others what they think my strengths are, I get surprising answers. Sometimes things I didn't think were my strong points.

For what it's worth, here are my four cents worth:

1. I knew what my purpose in life was from an early stage. I was twelve when I focused on teaching as a career. I have never deviated from that idea, even when a series of failures could have derailed me. This could be called stickability or naive and blinkered. Those all describe me.
2. A clear moral purpose. I learnt early on how right and wrong worked. Sometimes from doing dumb stuff I got to understand what was wrong. My parents were always there as an example of what was right, they still are. I was a lucky boy and they guide me still - what would Graham do? What would Dulcie say?
3. Emotional intelligence. I remain calm, believe everyone is doing the best they can, and I seek first to understand.
4. A reader and a listener - that describes me well. I loved reading from an early age. I still have a few books in my possession that were my favourites as a toddler. My early memories are often around mum taking me to buy books in Remuera, visiting the Onehunga library, or charging through the colours of the SSR readers at Royal Oak Primary. That love has stuck with me - I am always reading at least one book - most often two. Those quiet times reading probably helped me to become a better listener. It's a key skill and I practise it as much as I can.

Next time - my flaws. I'll aim to keep it down to a top 100.

Love and peace - Wozza

It's a family affair (Sly and the Family Stone)

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Part two of some recent snaps from the whanau get together at Maple Grove, Palmerston North and Wellington. Special times with a special bunch of people. Warning - super cute geekids ahead!

Love and peace - WNP

Wear your love like heaven (Donovan)

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We're back at Maple Grove after a week away, first in New Plymouth and then with the whanau in an Air BnB in Wellington, where all the grandkids (the cousin crew) turned up. Because we're all distributed in a variety of countries, these are special times and it's great to spend time with these remarkable people.

These days everyone has a phone, so, luckily, everyone has a camera to document these times. Here's a selection from the beauties taken during the week from a variety of people. They show some lovely family moments, captured forever.

Love and peace - Papa

So just look at them and sigh and know they love you (Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young)

Fanfa is always aware of the camera.

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The long-awaited fandamly reunion with Purdettes arriving from 'Stralia and Denver happened this week. It marks the first time that we've ever had the four grandchildren together in one place. Very special!

The g-kids - Billie, Asher, Ivy and Poppy

Love and peace - Wozza

Nothing is impossible. The word itself says, 'I'm possible' (Audrey Hepburn)

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There were some seismic shifts in the football world this week as the 'Round of 32' played out in thrilling fashion and the Earth tilted slightly off of its axis for a split second with some huge results.

A few key teams like England and Belgium squeaked through after falling behind, but huge players like Germany and the Netherlands exited the tournament via penalty shootouts. Shock horror!!

All of the tweaks to the FIFA World Cup have worked out brilliantly so far. The time wasting and feigned injuries have been largely sorted, two players have been sent off for aggressive acts (covering the mouth while dissing an opponent), VAR is better integrated into games, long-range shots and therefore goals have increased, and the sheer onslaught of games has dramatically increased the daily highs and lows of tournament football.

I'm lovin' it!

Love and peace - Wozza

Floating down, the sound resounds around the icy waters underground (Pink Floyd)

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As mentioned on Jewels for the Thirsty's 581st edition, this week was really messy. It meant a break in routine, with (shock horror) some days going by without any blogging activity, I had to lean into that situation, then I got a cold and had to take a day off school.

That's never easy either - it's stressful trying to think of relief lessons when your nose is running like a tap. Because I left my school device on my school workspace I had to do relief lessons on my phone. Eugh.

Anyway, the week has gone by in a kind of spacey mad surreal way. A few days in Hamilton with the out-laws while the minister of defense was in hospital (he's back home in New Plymouth as we speak) added to the surrealistic tinge. Then a fuzzy head thanks to the seasonal cold which bizarrely lasted about three days.

All things considered, last week sets me up well for the last week of term ahead. Hopefully, with a clear head, Wow, reality! What a concept.

Love and peace - Wozza 

I'm burnin' through the sky, yeah. Two hundred degrees, that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit (Queen)

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When I looked at the FIFA World Cup 2026 schedule, I didn't put a ring around Group J's first round game between Jordan v Austria as essential viewing, but I aim to watch as much of every game as I can. So, I tuned in when I got home from school.

Oh my! What a game that was! End to end attack and defense right from the first whistle. It was a magnificent game between two equally matched teams who were both desperate to win. It ended up 3-1 to Austria but that score line tells you nothing about how exciting the game was.

For me, it was easily the best game of the tournament so far (all the teams have now played a game). Jordan were magnificent in defeat. I'll be cheering them on in their next game fersure.

Compare that to the much-vaunted Portugal side with superstar Cristiano Ronaldo on the field for the whole game. It was very disappointing. For much of the game he ambled around offside, in the penalty box, waiting for a chance that never came. It was like his team were playing with ten men for the whole game.

So, no Ronaldo goals (yet?), while Kane, Mbappé, Elijah Just, Haaland, and Havertz scored two each and Messi three in their first game. 

Age catches up with us all.

Love and peace - Wozza

If you can find a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn't lead anywhere (Frank A. Clark)

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The FIFA World Cup is already consuming a lot of my daily attention. It's every four years, so I'm being kind to myself.

It's hard not to be impressed by the stadiums and the spectacle (Flower of Scotland was an awesome moment), but it's the football that I'm loving the most. 

What a great game football is! Generally, it flows, demands attention (it's end to end), and is drama-filled (joy, elation and despair are seconds away).

The changes to speed up the game, and the reduction of the VAR agonies by building those decisions into the game are all paying off. Amazingly, the summer heat does not appear to be affecting the players and their skill level at this highest of stages is gobsmackingly amazing.

And NZ, England, France, Argentina, Portugal and Spain haven't even played their first game yet!

There will be plenty of obstacles along the way in the next few weeks, but one team will rise above the others. It will be absolutely fascinating.

Love and peace - Wozza

Change is the law of life (John F. Kennedy)

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The whole quote by JFK was - Change is the law of life. And those who look only to the past or the present are certain to miss the future. AI is certainly happening now and will influence the future big time.

Yes, one of the biggest changes happening in the world today is the spread of AI both for good (developing vaccines against viruses and diseases like Ebola) and for nefarious purposes (deep fakes etc). 

I can only control how I react to it though, and that's by getting along without it as much as possible.

There was a great opinion piece in this week's Guardian Weekly by Wendy Liu titled Why do I avoid AI? Because thinking should be difficult.

She's wary of what she calls 'cognitive offloading'. As she puts it - 'Thinking is the point. I don’t want to get into the habit of avoiding it purely for the sake of convenience'.

More and more I see AI moving insidiously into people's lives. Certainly, my students are coming to rely on it more and more.

Some time ago, I decided not to use AI for my blogposts - either to generate subject matter or to actually write for me. What would be the point of that? 

Like Wendy, I want to be true to myself, or as she puts it - 'taking a path that I think will help me become the kind of person I want to be: someone deeply rooted in the world, who moves with intention and integrity'.

Love and peace - Wozza

In the end, we'll agree, we'll accept, we'll immortalise (Yes)

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Sport brings out the best and worst in people. 

By any objective measurement, Arsenal F.C. has had a stellar season. Having led the English Premier League for most of the season, Arsenal are now champions. Generally, that's achieved by scoring the most goals, letting in the least and therefore accumulating the most points. That achievement is massive. It's 22 years since we were last champions. That's worth celebrating!

All that, plus we narrowly lost the Champions League final on penalties to PSG, having gone undefeated in that competition until then.

The haters are going to hate though.

They will call our team names (the 'boring' tag long became a badge of honour), support any team that plays against us in the name of 'rivalry', and celebrate our losses. How pathetic.

I will support England in the FIFA World Cup 2026, despite the fact there are non-Arsenal players in the squad. Obviously, I'll also support New Zealand, and Brazil as well - as I always do.

If a former Spurs player, Harry Kane, gets to lift the World Cup trophy, I will be ecstatic.

Every four years we get a chance to celebrate the beautiful game with a global competition. Pity that some of the game's supporters aren't beautiful in their support.

Love and peace - Wozza

To sleep, perchance to dream (Hamlet)

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My sleeping patterns are interesting at present - Monday to Friday - sleep right through the night - awaken to the beeps of my phone alarm at 4.30am.

Saturday - a bit meh - shallow sleep mixed in with some REM. No alarm but still wake around 5 after dozing.

Sunday - fitful light sleep right through.

So, as I said to a colleague today - Working Monday to Friday may be taxing on the brain and therefore knackering, but I sleep soundly - which is healthy, right?

To sum up: not working = not knackered = no sleep = unhealthy. 

Another good reason why I won't be retiring soon.

Love and peace - Wozza

Eight miles high (The Byrds)

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For the second year in a row, I managed to find a great desktop calendar that has a quote per day on it. I tear them off each day and save up the best ones for my Purdzilla blog. I currently have an overflow. 

Some of my readership like me using quotes in my day to day existence, and some don't.

Those that don't subscribe, I guess, to Ralph Waldo Emerson's statement - 'I hate quotations, tell me what you know'. Ha! That's a great quote!

Here's what I know - I love quotes. I find inspiration in them and the desktop calendar provides a constant stream.

The one for Thursday 21st May for instance was by C.S. Lewis:

You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.

That's a message and idea I need to be reminded of from time to time. 

Love and peace - Wozza

P.S. Big happy birthdays in May continue with Chris joining Andrew and Fanfa. Happy birthday for the 23rd of May, Chris. 

They say it's yer birthday...

Here's looking at you, kids.

Happy birthday Fanfa.

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Recently, Samantha and Andrew had their latest birthdays. Since their last round-the-sun celebration, their lives have been altered forever by the birth of their first child.

Nothing prepares you for that explosive moment of unconditional love - when you are 100% charged with the protection and sustenance of another human being. It's real shock and awe territory. 

Three of the Purdettes have handled the transition to parenthood like a boss. I take my hat off to them. They make it look easy (it isn't).  

So, happy birthday to Sam and Drew. In a few years you'll be getting a special breakfast in bed from Billie (warm milky tea and soggy toast loaded with butter) but until then - celebrate good times.

Love and peace - Dad

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown; waiting for someone or something to show you the way (Pink Floyd)

 

 

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It's been 50 years since I was in the graduating class of '76 at Mt Albert Grammar. That was a recent shock discovery. Fifty years. Holy fulele!!

All of the guys in that picture (one of two 7th form classes in 1976) have Gold Cards and none of us look the same anymore. I'm in the far right of the third row and I don't look like that youthful 18 year-old now. Another shock.

As I look at that photo I can't help wonder what happened to them all. I'm still in touch with a few via Facebook and I know about Nicky Singh's passing. I wish I didn't know about Nicky, so maybe it's better to be ignorant about their whereabouts.

On one hand, fifty years ago seems like a long time, but in the scheme of things it's a brief moment in time.

Love and peace - Wozza

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make (The Beatles)

Happy MD to DM.

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Happy Nu Zild Mothers' Day to Jacky, Jade, Ashleigh, and Samantha.

The quote on my calendar for today is one from Ann Landers. It reads:

In the end, it is not what you do for your children, but what you have taught them to do for themselves.

Those influential years appear to be quite short - the independence streak hits pretty quickly in toddlerhood and just keeps on going. 

It's interesting watching that develop in our grandchildren. Pretty soon, once starting school, they'll come under the influence of others - friends, teachers, boyfriends, girlfriends...

In those young years, let's say in our first seven, all of the preparation and groundwork is laid for the rest of our lives and we are totally ignorant of it as children. 

For a parent, it's an awesome responsibility.

Love and peace - Papa