Christmas sorted and seen to for another year. 2020 is a palindrome. But you knew that. So was 1919. Scrambling about in my mind to find some personal connection to the last palindrome year, I came up with it being the year when my father became more than just a twinkle, getting himself born eight months later in September of the following year. Well, it’s a bit desperate, but a connection nevertheless. This coming year he would have been one hundred. Now that’s something for me to ponder on.
There’s a lot of the ‘new and mended Christchurch’ that can be seen now. We certainly didn’t see it all. Naturally enough, it looks a bit like a puzzle with missing pieces at the moment, but it is possible to imagine what the completed picture will look like. Watch this space.
Our visit to family in Christchurch before Christmas, was followed a day later by a trip farther south to spend part of Christmas Day with Robert’s mother.
Returning home to Dunedin that night, the roads were eerily empty. Deserted roads meant a faster more pleasant trip home (keeping within the speed limit of course!) without having to deal with traffic. However, the empty roads and lack of humans, did feel weird.
The quiet streets are bound to be more crowded and rowdy tonight when the celebrations kick off to bring in the new year.
I have been putting the present lull between Christmas and New Year to good use and using the quiet spell to meet some writing deadlines. I figure if I can’t picnic or barbecue – or even soak up some sun while reading a book, the next best thing is writing. For a writer, that’s not half bad.