Mike's
Pith & Wind -
This is serious!
I looked at my computer this morning and saw the
date was March 2nd. Wasn’t something important
supposed to happen on March 1st? Then I remembered.
March 1st was the date David was having his operation!
Cripes! How could I have forgotten?
David is my father, by the way. I think I’ve
mentioned him to you before. Anyway, he and I
had lost touch for a number of years and by the
time we established the current rather tenuous
relationship, ‘Dad’ didn’t seem
to make sense, so it’s been David ever since.
In any case, David’s not been too well lately.
He’s ninety-one so you’d expect a
few problems I suppose. He’s been pretty
stoic through the various health issues he’s
had over the past few years and he still has more
hair than I have but his hearing is considerably
worse than mine. It’s not directly health
related, but he’ll be facing the loss of
his driving licence sooner rather than later and
that will be a major turning point in his life,
as it is no doubt for many retirees.
He lives in Rotorua in the North Island of New
Zealand. You‘ve probably heard of it. It’s
still a bit of a tourist trap but it has seen
better times. Rotorua’s main attraction
is its thermal activity, which, besides producing
picturesque hot pools and geysers, produces a
smell like rotten eggs that hangs around the town
twenty-four seven. Maybe that’s why the
tourists prefer Queenstown these days.
Various local pollens play havoc with David’s
sinuses, which means that he always sounds as..
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