Mrs. Browns Boys have a lot answer for!

Ice, Ice and still MORE ice .... AND it’s fresh!!

These were really neat size balls .... had to stop her from popping them
 ... they were for the Weetbix Kids Triathlon.

Yes, Mrs Brown’s Boys have something to answer for. The boys in this house LOVE that program and the whacky humour that is part and parcel of it. Ice in our house has taken on new meaning ever since the episode where Betty was persuaded to take Agnes’s drink back to the bar as Agnes wanted the frozen ice replaced with fresh ice. Betty was up and on her way to the bar before registering that she’d been hoodwinked 

.... that episode never fails to make my boys laugh!

Strangely enough, Agnes was also drinking gin and tonic.

I’ve complained before about having ‘old’ ice in my drink .... ‘old’ ice being ice that’s been in the deep freeze for an inordinate length of time ... yes, it tastes stale.

They now make a point of asking me if I want frozen or fresh ice in my G + T. The fridge in the house we’ve just moved into has an ice-maker and the boys are thrilled. Now when they tell me they’ve put fresh ice in my drink, they really have .... and it still makes them chuckle.

Some semblance of sanity is slowly returning to my disordered world. I’ve been feeling philosophical today and can only put it down to the move and the upheaval and chaos that accompanies it. I need to open my eyes and listen with my soul because that’s the part of me that isn’t confused by what’s happening in my life.

I think too much. I ponder too much on the sins of the world and try to make them all right

 ... and it just doesn’t work. 

Insanity rules

.... but would I want it any other way?

The wind in our part of the world has been insane as well. It’s stirred up a world of discontent and unease ..... everyone feels it. It’s whipped clouds of sand through the village, it’s piled up against the kerb and along the shop fronts. 

You can see Mother Nature’s been in a bit of a frenzy

.... I know how she feels.

It’s spring tide and I love spring tides. I love the way the waves race up the beach, each wave trying to outdo the one before. The hound loves it too .... way more water to wade through after her ball!

Waiatarua was all but deserted this morning apart from the stalwarts like Carol and I, and Abby the German Shepherd and Sasha the Samoyed. Sasha’s beautiful ... she’s WHITE .... FLUFFY WHITE .... and she’s always clean! I have no idea how she manages to stay like that. Sasha and Wendy are often at Waiatarua and Wendy’s not like some of the other humans we encounter who flinch when a certain “wannabee” chocolate hound goes racing up to them, shaking mud in every direction.

My hound just gives you a shower .... there’s seldom mud involved.

The hounds could ramble for hours at Waiatarua. They NEVER tire of chasing down just one more rugby ball, leaping into the water just one more time. They’re doing what they love and they’re doing it well. 

I need to practise that .... not the leaping into water thingy .... but the doing what I love thingy. 

"When you're completely involved in an activity for its own sake, the ego falls away and time flies. Every action, movement, and thought follows inevitably from the previous one. Your whole being is involved, and you're using your skills to the utmost."  ~ Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi

The "treading water" hound ... she's so cute!