KT and Coffee

Slacker that I am, lounging around with a bad back, if I think about it, it started to go awry a few weeks ago. Surprise Saturday moved to the Sunday, then Friday night movie night moved to Sunday morning.
Surprise time then and it was my turn and I choose another museum, this time to see the National Geographic Exhibition at the Auckland Museum. I loved reading the specs on the photos, I loved the stories and while the overall winner wasn't my favourite it was very poignant. The journalism story board of the ivory trade made me sick to the stomach and I wonder what we are up to as a human race.

Movie morning then brought back all sorts of childhood memories of morning cinema trips with my brother. It was coffee, not wine as we got the tickets at The Capitol and settled in to watch this movie. Not without making an entrance though, Adam dived up the stairs, laying flat down and not spilling a drop of coffee. Class.

Friday night was a blur

And not a good blur. My back is not happy. Turns out carrying a load of logs from one part of the garden to the other, isn't the best thing to do. I found walking harder and harder as Monday wore on. I was very good, stayed away from work on Tuesday and went to the physio. Excellent, feeling much better. So why not be rather stupid, and do loads of housework. Funnily enough, Wednesday wasn't as good. I did office work on the Thursday and went back to the physio, to be told off. However, whatever he did, by Thursday evening I really really couldn't walk. So Friday was a blur of pain, struggle and lots of pain killers. I watched movies though. 3 in fact. What else could I do.

First Position - of course watching a documentary about dance when you can't move is a great idea

Iron Man 3 - this is better, facing my demons and rebuilding myself.

All The Presidents Men - just one of my favourite films, that's all

My greatest achievement was moving from the sofa to the TV. Those little things we take for granted, and then they are gone. I'm impatient, frustrated and angry.

Let's have a calming photo of Karekare Beach from a trip a few weeks ago - when I could walk.

What super power do you wish for?

That question can come up from time to time, usually as a 'getting to know you' type session, or a drunken conversation or maybe just for fun. I use it to also get a point across. It's litter. There is no need and my super power would be in the form of a litter monitor. Maybe I would drop in as the litter drops and vanquish the foolish people with some stunning ray of light….or maybe, as I do now, just pick the litter up and put it in a bin.
I thought I was the only soul with this passion but it appears not. There are folks who got out more armed and prepared than me. Real super heroes. Take a peak at Instagram and the #DoNotLitter, look here in particular and join in,