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AmeriNZ Podcast episode 424 is now available

2026-04-06T23:30:00.001+12:00

AmeriNZ Podcast episode 424, “A changed holiday weekend”, is now available from the podcast website. There, you can listen, download or subscribe to the podcast episode, along with any other episode.

The five most recent episodes of the podcast are listed on the sidebar on the right side of this blog.

A holiday weekend and some news I missed

2026-04-06T21:56:00.001+12:00

Today is the final day of the four-day holiday weekend for Easter. I’ve talked about these holidays, and thier oddities, many times, but this year several things were different, including one thing I mussed last year. Combined, this Easter weekend was unlike all the others in my 30 years in New Zealand.

Last Wednesday, the New Zealand Parliament passed a Member’s Bill to streamline the rules for bars and restaurtants selling alcohol on the three and a half days a year with unusual sales restrictions: Good Friday, Easter, ANZAC Day morning, and Christmas Day. The Governor General provided Royal Assent the next day, and the new law was in place for Good Friday (and Easter, obviously). To me, the reforms were simply common sense reforms.

There was one other thing that was new this year: This year, for the first time, TV commercials were broadcast on Good Friday and Easter Sunday. The thing is, Parliament passed the law back in October, but for whatever reason I never mentioned it. Whatever the reason for that oversight, the first of the three and a half holidays tihe the change was Christmas last year, but I was with family all day and not watching television, so I wouldn’t have noticed anything (though I don’t know whether I would’ve noticed if I had seen TV that day). I also wouldn;t have noticed that ads were broadcast on Sundays because I don’t turn the TV on until 5 or 6pm.

I was glad to see the ad ban removed, even though I think ads are mostly annoying, but forbidding ads on broadcast TV when it didn’t apply to streaming services, including YouTube. There was no reason to force NZ broadcasters to take a financial hit that didn’t apply to anyone else. As it happens, in my post on Easter Monday last year, I talked about mo bill having passed Parliament, and that was actually an update to something I said in a post on Easter Monday in 2024. Yet despite my interest in the topic, I nevertheless seem to have missed the news when the bill finally passed. Oh, well.

This particular Easter Weekend also had to unusual add-ons. The latest school holidays began on Good Friday because that was a public holiday (they’ll end on April 19). The other thing that happened this weekend was that we changed our clocks on Sunday. Apparently, on Sunday NZ parents (as recounted on Facebook) were complaining about their children waking up at 4am demanding chocolate, which doesn’t sound ideal.

So, for many reasons, this Easter weekend was unlike all the others in my 30 years in New Zealand. Fortunately, I think all the changes were good ones. Well, except for sleep-deprived parents having to cope with kids high on sugar. Fortunately, all those coincidence of dates don’t happen every year: Next year, Easter will be on March 28.

The clocks changed

2026-04-05T22:45:00.000+12:00

Here we go again: New Zealand just changed their clocks again, this time back one hour to New Zealand Standard Time (NZST). All of mainland New Zealand is one time zone, but the Chatham Islands are 45 minutes ahead of us. Even so, they do seasonal clock changes the same as the rest of New Zealand, which makes sense. Makes sense? Do these seasonal clock changes make any sense?

I’ve mentioned before that I never used to be bothered by seasonal time changes, but that as I’ve grown older I find them harder to adjust to. Fortunately, I seem to have less trouble adjusting to the autumnal change than I do the “springing forward” thing. However, “less trouble” doesn’t mean it’s easy.

As is usually the case—perhaps contrary to a belief popular among people who know me in real life—I was in bed well before 3am when the clocks suddenly went backwards one hour. All was fine until morning: I woke up, as I usually do, some seven hours after I fell asleep, but that was just before 8am, quite a bit earlier than I usually get up. I laid in bed for awhile, just resting, really, but just before 8:30 I gave up and got up.

My day today was filled with minor chores, since I did this week’s big one—mowing the back lawn—yesterday (and, side note: I think I can now switch to mowing every other week). I spent some time, as I often do, thinking about how I want to prioritise various tasks, things that aren’t necessarily related to any project, but I did decide I should pack up the stuff I’ve been gathering for the op shop, which I talked about this past Friday. I still have what I might call “home stuff” to go through (kitchenware, serving dishes, tchotchkes, etc.), but I expect there’ll be a lot of that, so I’m better off donating all the clothes I’ve gathered together—well, yeah, but maybe I’ll do just one more check of my closet first (because I know I’ll find more stuff to donate).

There was one somewhat unusual thing about this particular clock change this time: The oven. When the power was turned off last Thursday, I switched the oven off at the wall. I used the oven this morning to cook some bacon, and that meant turning it back on again—but it was too early in the morning to re-set the clock using my old man Life Hack—though, full transparency, and all that, the clock hasn’t been right for months because the power was shut off when the derelict air conditioner was removed in December. Well, it's correct again now—even though I found myself waiting around in the kitchen for the better part of five minutes to make sure I didn’t miss my opportunity.

All up, then, so far this particular clock change itself has been a non-event—so far? This coming week will tell.

A project neither planned nor intended

2026-04-03T23:52:00.001+13:00

I’ve had lost of projects over the years, most of which I’ve at least mentioned, but I never could’ve imagined that one of my biggest-ever would be one that I neither planned nor even intended. And yet, this project can change so much.

Last month, I started getting things together to donate to op shops (aka charity shops or thrift stores). It began because I’d never gotten around to getting rid of Nigel’s suits—absolutely no reason, I just never did. But then I started looking for what I could add to the donate pile. I started with shirts that had been Nigel’s, but that I kept to wear. All of them fit, but I decided I didn’t like them anymore, or else I realised the sleeves were too shot for me. That was just the start.

I started looking through my own shirts—ones that had always been mine—and I did that several times, always finding more shirts to add to the donate pile every time I looked. Then I found shorts, pants—all sorts of things. I knew I wasn’t done, but the donate piles were growing higher.

Nigel had put some stuff aside in those plastic zipper bags that you suck the air out of with a vacuum cleaner. Some of the stuff was his, and some was from his partner beofre me, Gary. Nigel wasn’t particularly sentimental about things, but those things he kept meant they were meaningful to him, and I wanted do right by him.

The problem was that after so many years in those bags, the stuff smelled bad. The culprit was the perfume in the laundry powder: Some scents deteriorate over time, and that’s what happened to those items. So, I spent a couple weeks washing, re-washing, and then giving them a special pre-soak before washing them yet again, and they finally stopped smelling bad/odd.

There was one more bag of Nigel’s stuff, things that no longer fit him, but that he didn’t what to get rid of, and that included t-shirts from our last trip to the USA. I went through an expedited process to wash them (I’d learned…), and, after trying them on, I kept most of them. One from our last trip to New York City was a bit too small, so I made that a t-shirt I wear to sleep in, and added one of my too-small sleeping t-shirts to the donate pile.

I then remembered that sometime in my first year in this house I’d put under-bed storage bins under the guest bed. I pulled them out—and it took a rake to pull them close enough for me to grab. Some of it was an instant add to the donate pile, but there were some of my shorts that I didn’t know were there (but wondered what happened to them…), plus a couple of Nigel’s that are perfect for my walking workouts. Even so, a lot ended up in the donate pile.

I know that if I go through my wardrobe yet agin, I’ll still find more things to donate, and this is a good thing, of course, so I’m going to do exactly that. However, there’s SO much more! I have—what’s the word?—“homeware”? “Decor”? Basically, decorative things that I don’t want or, in some cases, even like. There’s so much of that sort of stuff.

I also have excess bedding (chiefly duvet sets) and good quality towels that I can donate—once I go through them. In fact, I found one duvet set recently when I went through the blanket box at the foot of bed what I was working on the ill-fated steps for Leo.

And that’s where I’m at right now: Lots of stuff to pack up to donate, and more to go through. That’s why this will ultimately end up being my biggest-ever project, even though I neither planned nor even intended to start it. Yes, but I’ll feel so much lighter once it’s done!

Powerful again

2026-04-02T23:59:00.001+13:00

Today was the day I was warned about: The power to my house was turned off for some sort of routine maintenance. And then it returned. Still, everything about it was strange.

This morning, I was sitting catching up on news on my iPad, sipping my coffee, and then I got an alert telling me that a personal hotspot was available on my phone. That message told me the power had gone off, because my tablet knew the wifi was suddenly gone (the iPad I have is wifi-only). It was approximately 9:03am.

My house was quiet at the time—but it’s always quiet at that time of day, so that wasn’t enough to tip me off; the alert did. I next went and switched off all important things at the wall (TVs, kitchen appliances, laundry machines, computers, etc.) so that when the power came back on, and in the unlikely event there was a power surge, nothing sensitive would be damaged. The alert from the power company had warned me to do that. I then had the presence of mind to make a list of all the power points I’d turned off so I’d remember to turn them all back on (except of the laundry machines, because they can remain switched off until the next time I need them.

I knew that apart from making a coffee or cooking, there wasn’t not much I couldn’t do today, apart from anything Internet-y on my wifi-only iPad (obviously not important). Yesterday, though, I’d planned on mowing the back lawn today, but I needed to charge the battery, and I forgot to do that yesterday, and didn’t get a chance to charge it before the power was switched off. However, it rained last night, so I wasn’t going to be able to do that, anyway. I’d also thought about doing some washing, and then remembered the power would be off. Ironically, I could do the vacuuming because it runs off 18v batteries—and I did vacuum today, but it was after the power came back on.

I made my breakfast (and Leo’s), which meant navigating the darkened fridge. I had my shower a little while after that, knowing that even though there was no power, the water in the tank would still be hot, and it was. But, then what?!

I thought about doing any number of the things that didn’t require power, but I realised the house was getting a little warm and stuffy, so I opened up lots of windows using the new window screens, really for the first time. It worked well, and helped lower the temperature. Even with teh wondows open, it was so very quiet!

I decided to hand wash some dishes while I still had some hot water, and that went well. And then I had an idea: I’d use my hot tap water, which often feels really hot to me, to make a cup of instant coffee. It was an incomplete success because it was quite warm, but not hot. Even so, caffeine. ‘Nuff said.

My phone was beginning to run down its charge (I didn’t charge it overnight), and I knew I had a solar-powered powerbank I bought not long after I moved into this house, well before I had the solar panels installed. I’ve never used it, apart from trying the torch (flashlight) function, whic told me the power switch was crap. After much perseverence—and reading the instructions—I got it to charge my phone, but at only 5w, it was slow!

While my phone charged, I spent some time doing some chores, but I eventually started getting bored (and I was tired, as usual, from poor sleep caused worrying about whether I’d have enough time before the power went off to get up and have a coffee (I did) and a shower (I’d didn’t). So I sat down and picked up my iPad to play a game that I knew didn;t need wifi. But I accidentally tapped on a different game that I thought wouldn’t work without wifi, and it loaded and played not just normally, it was better than normal. The game normally played endless long ads between levels, and it frequently froze for a second or two, but none of that happened without wifi. I wasn’t planning on trying to play the game, because I thought it needed wifi, but I definitely wasn’t expecting it to work perfectly without wifi.

The power came back on at 1:53pm, not quite 5 hours after it went off, and two hours earlier than we’d been warned about. Which is pretty good. I slowly started switching things back on, starting with the fridge, but I realised I wasn’t exactly sure how to turn the air conditioning back on. I went outside and turned the outdoor compressor back on, and when I came back into the house I saw the control panel was lit up, and the display said that it was off. I tapped the cooling button, and it still had all the settings—maybe it has battery back-up for settings? I learned I really ought to read that manual sometime…

What surprised me the most about today was that I didn’t mind the disruption at all. Sure, I could’ve planned things to work on, and arguably “should” have, but I wasn’t constantly checking my watch, and, in fact, was always surprised how much time had passed since the last time I checked my watch.

So, today was a bit annoying, sure, but the disruption wasn’t a big deal. But it was a day filled with lots of little surprises, too. Maybe the warning we got made a real difference this time?

Opportunities for change

2026-03-31T23:44:00.008+13:00

Every once in a while, I come across an interesting story in a very indirect way, and it’s even better when it’s a topic I’m both insterested in, and that’s also timely. Creating green hydrogen in Australia using some Kiwi can-do is just the sort of thing I might not expect, particularly when it came by way of Facebook.

The video up top is from Australia’s “A Current Affair” programme from Channel Nine. The specific segment, abuot producing hydrogen in Australian using solar power, came to my attention because of a Facebook post by “I Fucking Love Australia”, an unabashedly lefty Facebook Page that often talks about politics, including the dire affect the USA’s Felon in Chief has on the world. The post was also published on the “IFLOZ” Substack, and it was on Substack that I saw the video.

I was interested in this story because I’ve said for years that producing green hydrogen should be a major focus for New Zealand. “Green hydrogen” production is carbon neutral because it’s made from water using solar, wind, or hydro electricity. When produced from fossil fuels, it’s usually called “blue hydrogen”, unless it’s made from coal gasification, when it’s called “brown hydrogen” because it’s usually made from lignite, aka “brown”, coal.

As you may be aware, New Zealand is surrounded by water, and we have ample sources of hydro, geothermal, and, increasingly, grid-scale solar power. The story in the video is about using hydrogen to make fertiliser, but they mention making it to be used as fuel, too. When hydirgen is burned, its byproduct is water vapor, not deadly gasses like fossil fuels produce. If NZ fully commited to hydrogen, we could be self-sufficient in carbon-neutral fertiliser AND fuel for our vehicles, and no idiotic war on the other side of the planet could affect our fuel and fertiliser ever again.

Australia, because of its size and suitability for solar power, could become an exporter of fertiliser from green hydrogen, and help the world turn its collective backs on the volatile Middle East while also helping other countries reduce their carbon emissions. There are so many wins.

There’s one final twist in the path to this particular story. This evening I checked Facebook and saw a post from the IFLOZ Facebook Page saying they were going to concentrate on Substack, where most of their content will be by subscription. They’re doing this, they say, because Facebook has been de-emphasising content from the political left, and that results in declining ad revenue for the content creators, and they had charts to back that up. They also suggested that Facebook is doing it because their future plans will require consent from the current US regime, and so they’re basically turning down the volume of the Left in order to avoid problems with the regime. Whatever the specific reason, many left-of-centre content creators on Facebook have complained about suddenly declining page views, and so, revenue. I have no idea whether the speculations about the motivations are correct or not, but given the current regime’s constant posturing against the First Amendment to the USA’s Constitution, the speculation is at least plausible.

Still, it’s always nice to run across a topic I’m intertested in, no matter how roundabout the course may be. Apparently I won’t have a repeat of this particular path, though. There’ll be others.

I’m a serial mind-changer

2026-03-31T11:59:00.001+13:00

I sometimes change my mind (about any number of things) for reasons like better information, the price of something, or any number of other reasons. Every once in a while I’ll change my mind about something several times. Like about breakfast.

Back in June of last year, I wrote about bran cereal, because I tried a new (to me) one, but decided not to switch brands. However, I later decided that I would switch to the brand, and I talked about that in a follow-up post last November. I’ve now switched back to my original bran.

The fundamental reason for my switch back was the taste: I never actually liked it—it’s more more accurate to say that I tolerated the taste because of the cereal’s somewhat better nutritional profile. As I said last June:

There’s an irony here: Many people I know personally have screwed up their faces at the mere mention of All-Bran, declaring, "it tastes like cardboard", which made me wonder how they knew that. As it turned out, once I tried the Woolworth’s cereal, I understood: It’s not necessary to actually taste cardboard to get the sense that something must taste like cardboard would. To me, the High Fibre Bran was exactly like that

Irony maybe, but the taste never grew on me—in fact, the only actual flavour was the lemon yoghurt (maybe I should say the only pleasant flavour?). I recognised from the very beginning that “Just as I like All-Bran, which many people I know don’t like, it’s logical that other folks may love the High Fibre Bran cereal. To each their own.” Exactly.

In the November 2025 update post, I said:

I decided to continue to buy it—for now: If history is any indicator, it probably isn’t forever, because Woolworths has a habit of dropping it’s own home-brand products, though for all I know, they may just stop exporting them from Australia to New Zealand. In any event, it may not be around forever, but, for now, it’s my choice.

Woolworths has not (yet?) dropped the cereal, but I was nevertheless correct in guessing that “it probably isn’t forever”. I could get all philosophical and say “nothing is forever”, or wharever, but this is actually just about me changing my mind, then changing it again. Like I said: I'm a cereal—sorry, serial—mind-changer.

Important Note: The names of brands/products/companies listed in this post are all registered trademarks, and are used here for purposes of description and clarity. No company or entity provided any support or payment for this blog post, and all products were purchased by me at normal consumer prices. So, the opinions I expressed are my own genuinely held opinions, and do not necessarily reflect the opinions of the manufacturers, any retailer, or any known human being, alive or dead, real or corporate. Just so we’re clear.

Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 6

2026-03-29T23:55:00.016+13:00

Forty years ago this week, on March 29, 1986, the new Number One song was “Rock Me Amadeus” (video up top) by Austrian musician Falco, the stage name of Johann "Hans" Hölzel. The song was the first single from Falso’s third studio album, “Falco 3”. “Rock Me Amadeus” was Falco’s only Number One hit in the USA.

I have all sorts of trivia about this song, starting with the fact that it was the first—and so far only—German-language song to reach Number One on the Billboard “Hot 100”. The previous highest-charted German-language song hit Number Two in 1983: “99 Luftballons” by the West German band Nena. It was also the only of his songs to be Number One in both the UK and the USA, which I guess is something.

I have my own personal trivia about the song, which I loved because I loved Falco’s work. I first heard of him when I saw his 1982 debut album, Einzelhaft, in a Chicago record shop that had a lot of the New Wave, dance, and “alternative” music I loved. I bought the album and listened to it often. I was drawn to it because I’d studied German (poorly…) in high school, and was instantly fascinated by the album. The second single was “Der Kommissar”, which I liked. I have to add that I was irritated when British rock band After the Fire released an English-language cover of the song, and, predictably, their version did better on the US pop charts. Ganz natürlich.

So, because of my history, both attempting to learn the language of many of my ancestors, and my earlier discovery of Falco, I loved “Rock Me Amadeus” (and the follow-up single, “Vienna Calling”. I think I bought the album Falco 3, but I'm not sure because if I did, neither it nor Einzelhaft came to New Zealand with me. I know—because I still have it—that I bought a 12-inch version version of "Vienna Calling", which included the American Edit of “Rock Me Amadeus”.

I also liked the video (which, as I’ve made clear by now, isn’t always the case, even when I like the song). I particularly liked the surreality of the visuals, especially the folks in biker gear accompanying Falco dressed as Mozart, and mouthing, “Amadeus, Amadeus!, Amadeus, Amadeus!”

All of which means that this week’s song was unusual among the songs in these series of posts: I liked the song, the artist, and the video. That was rare even then,

“Rock Me Amadeus” reached Number 15 in Australia (Gold), 2 in Canada (Platinum), Number One in New Zealand (Gold), Number One in the UK (Gold), and Number One on the USA’s “Billboard Hot 100”, and was also Number One on the Cash Box “Top 100” chart. The song was certified Platinum in the USA.

The album Falso 3 reached Number 9 in Canada (Platinum), Number 2 in New Zealand, Number 32 in the UK, and Number 3 on the USA’s “Billboard 200” (Gold). The album didn’t chart in Australia.

This series will return in three weeks, on April 19, with the next new Number One from 1986.

Previously in the “Weekend Diversion – 1986” series:

Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 1 – January 18, 2026
Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 2 – February 15, 2026
Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 3 – March 1, 2026
Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 4 – March 15, 2026
Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 5 – March 22, 2026

AmeriNZ Podcast episode 423 is now available

2026-03-28T22:43:00.001+13:00

AmeriNZ Podcast episode 423, “Nineteen years”, is now available from the podcast website. There, you can listen, download or subscribe to the podcast episode, along with any other episode.

Today is the nineteenth anniversary of the day I uploaded the first episode of the AmeriNZ Podcast. Naturally, I had to do a new episode to celebrate the day—and to update everything that’s happened since my previous episode.

The five most recent episodes of the podcast are listed on the sidebar on the right side of this blog.

A welcome warning

2026-03-26T11:58:00.002+13:00

Most people get warnings, alerts, advisories, etc., and often they can be useful, like warnings of approaching storms, for example. Earlier this month I got an alert about something happening early next month that was important to know about—and that alert was something I can’t recall ever having received before.

This story begins with an email. On the evening of March 7, I received an email from my electricity provider that said:

WEL Networks, is planning to turn off the power in you area for routine maintenance work between 09:00 AM Thursday 02 April 2026 and 04:00 PM Thursday 02 April 2026.

A little background: WEL Networks distributes power from the national power grid to consumers throughout the Waikato region, which includes Kirikiriroa-Hamilton. The company is owned by WEL Community Trust, and the Trust, in turn, returns an annual dividend to consumers in the form of a credit on their electricity bill.

What made the email so unusual is that I can’t remember ever getting one like it. In the past, WEL would drop notices in our letterboxes if there was going to be a planned interruption in electricity supply, but I think that was back when most of the area I live in was still under construction. It’s been a very long time since I received a leaflet about interruptions, and that’s probably why they’re quite rare now. If my electricity supplier hadn’t sent that email, I might well have ended up surprised when the power is switched off in April, with no idea why it was off. Because I don’t get power bills by mail anymore, an email was the only way the supplier could warn me.

When I read the email, I hoped that “9am and 4pm” means sometime between those hours, and not the entire 7 hours, but I have no way of knowing. They also advised, “Before the planned outage, please make sure you disconnect all electrical equipment,” which really just means switching them off at the wall (in New Zealand, power points/wall outlets all have individual on/off switches for each outlet). That’s good advice for sensitive things like TVs and computers, and anything that’s always on, like fridges. When the power has gone out unexpectedly, usually because of storms, I always switch those items off at the wall to protect them when the power comes back on.

Another part of the email was for households where someone “depends on electricity for critical medical support”, as the email put it, and such folks were advised that they can contact their electricity company to see what their options are. I'd have thought that people with critical medical equipment would already have a contingency plan (I certainly would), but power companies are required to help those who don’t.

Hamilton City Council doesn’t send any kind of notices of work being done in the area, like tree trimming, weed spraying on Council land, or, even worse, when the water is going to be shut off for any scheduled reason. HCC hardly ever even posts alerts on their Facebook page, so pretty much everything they do is a surprise, which isn’t ideal.

I was glad that I was sent that email, and it’s even better that we got nearly a month’s advance warning of a power outage (when I say “we”, that’s mostly because I posted about this on our community Facebook Page, partly because I have no idea whether other electricity companies sent notices to their customers, nor whether others read such emails). I added the event to my calendar, of course, so I can remember it’s happening, because I’d certainly be unlikely to remember otherwise. This way, when it happens, I can be prepared—devices fully charged, coffee made before 9am, those sorts of things, because my solar panels don't have battery backup.

So, thanks to that unusual email, I should be set. I guess knowledge really is power.

Update – April 2, 2026: This post has been updated.

A cleaning work-around

2026-03-25T10:00:00.001+13:00

Most people have tips and tricks they use for household chores, especially cleaning. Some people share those on social media, and it turns out that many of those shared things actually work—and others definitely do not. This isn't about an actual tip or tick, but an adaptation I’ve made to make one particular cleaning task easier—even if it might not sound like it does.

As I’ve said before, Leo tracks in grass clippings every time he comes back inside—and so do I, for that matter, but he goes outside several times a day and I don’t. When I mow the lawn, it only takes a couple days before the carpet in the living area is covered with various sizes of clippings, including longer weed clippings that the line trummer lopped off (I leave them where they fall in the hope they might help kill off the weeds; I’ll clean it all up this winter when they hardly grow).

The problem is that those clippings, especially the long ones, fill up the vacuum quickly, or even cause a clog. When I realised all that a few years ago, I’d walk around and pick-up the long pieces—which hurt my back, of course.

Back at our previous house, I bought one of those “grabber” things, with pincers at the end operated by a squeeze handle, and that because of baby Leo: He had a habit of taking his toys under our super-king bed, and leave them in the middle where I couldn’t reach them, and there wasn’t enough room for me to crawl under the bed. I could grab his toy with the grabber, and then hand the toy to a very happy Leo—who would carry it back under the bed sooner or later (he eventually stopped doing that, but if he does it now, he still forgets he did that…).

The grabber has been handy for me whenever I drop something that falls into a difficult-to-get-to place, so it was logical for me to use it to pick up the big bits of grass and weeds—and bits of stuffing that Leo pulls out of his toys. The photo above shows the results of my recent hunting expedition, posed on a source of (most of) the troublesome debris.

When I’m done hunting, I vacuum as normal, and it always goes better and faster than it would if I didn’t do the hunting. Different vacuums might work differently, but the one I use (which I bought around six months ago) is awesome, and my pre-vacuuming chore means I don’t need to empty the dust bin as often.

If this wasn’t weird enough for some people, there’s this: Picking up the larger debris manually is oddly satisfying. It’s quiet (no vacuum is…), and I’m never tempted to move fast as I am when I vacuum. It’s quieter, slower, even more leisurely, than any other cleaning chore that I do, and it’s kind of nice to have that sometimes. Still, even I don’t do it every week, but when I do I never regret it.

To each their own!

A well-meaning fail

2026-03-24T20:54:00.001+13:00

Not every project I take on works out, but all of them begin with good intentions. Recently I tried a project with the best of intentions, but it didn’t pan out. Even so, I don’t regret a thing.

The background is simple: Leo will turn nine in a few months, and I’ve noticed that as he’s grown older, he’s had more trouble jumping onto furniture, like our bed. To be honest, I think some of it is performative, because if I walk over to lift him up, he suddenly manages to jump up on the bed, or whatever. Even so, he’s a little guy about to turn nine, and, just like me, he’ll need some minor alterations to things to make his ageing easier.

I thought that there was something I could do to help him, and I designed something a kind of steps to but at the foot of the bed. I imagined a three-tier thing with storage in each tier. It’d be strong enough for me to sit on, like wooden the blanket box that’s there right now. However, the Garage of No Return doesn’t have enough room for me to build anything, and I don’t know when that will change.

It was then that I found a four-tier step system (the bottom of the two photos at left; the blanket box I was using before is the top half) that I thought would work. It’s a bit smaller than what I designed, but I thought that the four steps would make it easier for Leo. Each “step” is actually a soft-sided storage box, and each step is attached to the next-smaller step using a zip (aka zipper) on the front and back. The zips were a little tricky to fasten, but assembly was otherwise straightforward

And that was the end of the success. Leo wouldn’t step on any step, and wouldn’t jump onto a high one like he did on the old blanket box (below, right). I tried to lead him up the steps, but his reaction was as if he thought I was trying to hurt him. He didn’t “get” how to walk up stairs. He’s a smart little guy, so this puzzled me—after all, we had stair in the last house we all had together.

Yeah, well, I often forget how much time has passed since then. He lived in that house for 19 months (beginning shortly before his first birthday, and we moved away when he was 19 months old). I can’t remember how often he went up and down stairs at the old house, but we left that house more than six years ago, and we’ve lived in this one-storey house ever since.

I know that it may have nothing to do with his past, but that the small stairs I bought for him may not have felt safe to him. So, I put the old blanket box back with just a blanket on top of it (making the top he jumps onto a centimetre or so lower than it had been).I moved the fancy steps over to the other side of the bed and put some of his toys on higher steps: He’s never tried to get them, not even when I put his favourite toy on it. I think that if the steps were more conventional, he might’ve been more willing to use it—or, at least, not as frightened of it as he seemed to be, but it it what it is.

This means I’m probably back to building something for him. Right now I think it should have a wide lower step for him to step onto, but I’ll have to create a temporary one to see if he uses it. We’ll see. The point is, just as I have various plans to make this house better for ageing me, I’ll make changes to make things easier for an ageing Leo, too. This particular attempt just wasn’t a good one. Oh, well—onward.

Seasonal changes

2026-03-23T23:58:00.001+13:00

By anyone’s reckoning, New Zealand is now definitely in Autumn. The 2026 March Equinox arrived March 21 at 3:46am. Leo and I were asleep at the time, of course, and its arrival certainly didn’t wake us up, and yes, I’m being a bit sarcastic. As I’ve made clear, in this part of the world we use the first of the relevant month as the start of the seasons, and not the equinoxes and solstices later that month.

I’ve also pointed out how the weather changes when it changes, and it has little to do with whichever date one chooses for the start of seasons. This particular autumn has certainly followed that pattern: We’ve had quite summery weather this month, and a few days ago Kirikiriroa-Hamilton hit a very summery high of 27 degrees (80.6F). It’s also been rather dry, as summer is, and not rainy as part later in Autumn can be.

However, there are obvious changes. The photo up top, which I took this afternoon, shows the tree on my street that s been in many of my photos over the years. That tree has an increasing number of yellow leaves, which means we’re not far from seeing the leaves leave. I’m not happy about that—just like every other year, of course.

Still, this particular season isn’t all bad. The cooler weather means the grass—and the weeds—don’t grow as quickly. This makes autumn (and early spring) the best times to clear out weeds, as I still need to do. It also means that the garage won’t be as hot as it is in summer, and that means I can work in there. Meanwhile, the rest of the house doesn’t need cooling quite as much, and doesn’t yet need heating, so I don’t sweat as much doing projects in the house—and it’s getting close to the all-too-brief time when I can open the windows—using my new window screens!

My list of projects to do (or just complete) is still very long—probably inhumanly so. The seasonal weather change may make projects physically easier to do, but it certainly doesn’t guarantee I’ll make any progress on any of them, let alone finish any. And yet: Every day is another opportunity to succeed, and it that doesn’t happen that day, then maybe the next one.

Honestly, though, I really do prefer that tree with it’s summer outfit on.

Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 5

2026-03-22T23:31:00.003+13:00

Another week, and it’s another one-week Number One. Wait, another one-week Number One, the week after a different one-week hit? What is this, 1985? Just kidding—I’m actually glad the pace of the 1986 hits has been slower.

Be that as it may, on March 22, 1986 the new Number One song was “These Dreams” (video up top) by the American rock band Heart. The song was the third single from the group’s eighth studio album, “Heart”. “These Dreams” was also the band’s first Number One hit.

There’s an unusual bit of trivia about this song: This week’s song was wittern by Bernie Taupin and Martin Page, who also wrote the song in Part 23 of the 1985 series, “We Built This City” by Starship. They’re certainly very different songs.

Heart is group I really liked, and I liked this particular song, though it wasn't my favourite Heart song. I first became aware of the group because of a lot of TV commercials promoting their debut album, Dreamboat Annie. However, my connection with the band really started when their "Dog & Butterfly" tour (promoting the album of the same name) appeared at my university. There’s a little story about that.

My university’s arena, used mostly for basketball (go the Dawgs!—actually, I went to one game there), had a lot of concerts, too. However, in 1977, many weren’t exactly huge stars, but then they suddenly started programming bigger acts. In my first year at university, they hosted Bob Dylan and Bruce Springsteen, neither of whom I was interested in (though, decades later, I wished I’d seen Springsteen…). The first group I saw was Bad Company, who were promoting their new album, Desolation Angels (which I bought, but no longer have). I went because they were the first group that I was kinda, sorta, familiar with. But when Heart was there, I was really excited to see them. They performed songs from their first four albums.

Back to 1986, I have to admit that the video for “These Dreams” didn’t grab me (apparently a common thing for me in 1986… or, always?). I mean, it was okay, I guess, but it wasn’t one I was excited to see replayed. I was similarly indifferent to this song, and to me it was a pleasant background song with lead vocals by a singer I enjoyed. But—and even I’m surprised I thought this way—where were the rocking vocals I’d come to know Ann Wilson for doing? However, I think that in those days I probably would’ve listened to her sing the phone book (not a literal fact). Let’s just say my tastes are, and always have been, varied, shall we? Yes, let’s. The larger point here is that I really liked heart, and I thought this song was okay. That’s very often good enough for me, and while I remember very little of it (it was a long time agao…), I know I enjoyed it.

“These Dreams” reached Number 27 in Australia, 6 in Canada, 62 in the UK, and Number One on the USA’s “Billboard Hot 100” and “Adult Contemporary” charts, and it reached Number 2 on their “Mainstream Rock” chart. It was also Number One on the Cash Box “Top 100” chart. The song apparently didn’t chart in New Zealand, but it was nevertheless certified Gold, and the linked Wikipedia article doesn’t provide any sales certification information for any other country. No idea what that means.

The album Heart reached Number 37 in Australia, Number 3 in Canada (6x Platinum), Number 19 in the UK (Gold), and Number 1 on the USA’s “Billboard 200” (5x Platinum). The album was certified Platinum in the USA. The album didn’t chart in New Zealand.

This series will return next week, on March 29, with the next new Number One from 1986, and it's NOT another one-week hit! But it IS one I liked a lot.

Previously in the “Weekend Diversion – 1986” series:

Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 1 – January 18, 2026
Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 2 – February 15, 2026
Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 3 – March 1, 2026
Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 4 – March 15, 2026

Fueling the rising costs for everyone

2026-03-20T22:31:00.001+13:00

Fuel prices are rising throughout the world due to Tr*mp’s war against Iran, and obviously New Zealand’s fuel prices are rising fast, too. A couple days ago, an economist predicted that petrol prices could pass $4 per litre (roughly US$8.81 per US gallon). I think our prices will probably reach that point in maybe a week.

Here's why I say that: Late yesterday afternoon, I used the Gaspy App to look at prices at around 50 petrol stations within a relatively short drive from my house. The cheapest price for 91 was $2.93 per litre (three stations), and the highest price was $3.26 per litre. This evening, the cheapest price was $3.14 per litre (one station), and the highest price was $3.40—that’s around 24 hours later. It will keep rising.

Despite being late to take the situation seriously, the current NZ government is starting to talk about “worst case scenario” solutions. They claim NZ has seven weeks of fuel supply, counting both what’s here and what’s on the way, but experts in the industry estimate it’s actually around five weeks. One specific—and big—problem is that around 47% of NZ’s refined fuel comes from Korea, and they’ve talked about suspending exports, and if they do, this situation could get serious fast.

The government’s first step will be to work with partner countries overseas to try to find alternative sources of fuel, and they’re talking about temporarily relaxing fuel standards (I think, but don’t know, that they mean things like allowing higher levels of Sulfur in diesel). They also are working on a series of escalating restrictions on sales (to prioritise essential users, like emergency services and truckers shipping food to supermarkets) that they could use, if that becomes necessary—along with security guards at petrol stations.

I’m extremely lucky in that I don’t need to drive much or far, so this shouldn’t affect me for a while. Sales restrictions, if they happen, would obviously affect me, too, but, like everyone else, rising prices will increasingly mean I won’t drive anywhere unless I have to.

However, we'll all share the pain of fast-rising fuel prices because EVERYTHING we need to buy will become more expensive, including groceries, which are already at too-high prices—and, of course, farmers need fuel to grow and harvest our food (plus fertiliser may be hard to obtain). We’ve also been warned that because of all the uncertainties, there could be fuel surcharges added to anything delivered directly to us. Could? Make that there will be.

Related to that, I realised recently that this situation could mean that the guy who mows my front lawn may raise his prices. However, he recently cut back to mowing every other week, so even if he raises his prices, I should still be paying less per month than when he was mowing weekly. Like I said, I’m lucky.

No one knows how this will play out, or when the war will end. It certainly doesn’t help that the USA has a government that doesn’t have a clue what it’s doing, and the Republican politicians clearly have no idea whatsoever how to bring their war to an end. So, things right now are serious and getting worse, but they're not yet dire—emphasis on yet.

New Zealand is as vulnerable as any other country, and our own “Coalition of Chaos” government hasn’t exactly been inspiring confidence that they know what to do. Even so, I’m not willing to jump on the panic wagon about all this. First, there’s absolutely nothing I can do about the cause of all this turmoil. All I can do is manage what’s within my control, and I’m definitely doing that.

But, seriously, isn’t it about time we finally got to have some precedented times?!!!

Huge improvement

2026-03-17T15:31:00.001+13:00

I’ve been very busy lately. With all sorts of things going on, plus a few not going on (rest days, in other words). In general, though, I’ve been busy enough that I haven’t had time for lots of things, including, obviously, this blog. Among the things I’ve been doing are some that I would’ve talked about here, and so, I decided, I will. Today I’m starting with what I think is an enormous positive change.

Every year, I have to get a WOF (Warrant of Fitness for my car. A WOF is basically a safety check—brakes, indicators, headlights/tail lights, no rust, tyre condition, etc. Every year I’ve hated doing it because the whole process can easily take at least an hour and a half—last year, it took an hour and forty minutes, which at the time I thought was pretty “fast” for them.

As I mentioned in last year’s post, VTNZ (where I get my WOF) started offering online booking, this year I decided to try to book an appointment—for the next day. I wasn’t exepecting much—I was trying for the very next day, after all, but I had to go that day regardless because my WOF expired that day. I was surprsided (maybe even a bit shocked) that I got an appointment for 11:40am that day, a perfect time for me (I avoid appointments for anything before then, if I can).

I got there at 11:35 (delayed by traffic slowing down for a sudden downpour), put my car in the appointments queue, and then went inside to pay. There it went south quickly (I still say their computer OS must be CP/M…). One clerk was really fast, the other not as much, but both were bogged down by customers renewing their driver licences.

After waiting in the queue for around 20 minutes, a clerk asked if anyone was there for a booked appointment and then said my plate number. Fortunately, I was next in line, anyway, because folks would’ve been annoyed if I was called before them.

By this time, the guy was nearly done checking my car, and I was gone a few minutes later—less than half an hour after I arrived. HUGE improvement! I took the photo up top standing just in front of my car (not in the photo, obviously) looking over to the pedestrian entry and the two lanes used for non-appointment WOF checks. At the time I was waiting for the guy to finalise the WOF by putting the official sticker on the inside of my windscreen.

After that exctiement, my next stop was to pick up a few things at the supermarket I moaned about early last month, and even that stop was much better than last time I went there. All in all a pretty good day.

This particular story is about how something I’ve dreaded doing for years was suddenly massively better. That doesn’t mean I’ll actually “like” taking care of that particular chore, of course, but the fact that I’ll no longer need to waste so much time doing it is huge. Sometimes, it really is the small things that make the most difference, and this improvement was huge.

Because I’m a giver, here are previous posts where I talked about getting a WOF, at least in part:

My car is fit – 2025
It was about change, not coincidence – 2024
The other real life – 2023
Sunday chores – 2016
Discovery in ordinary life – 2017
It is fit – 2013
Just a day – 2011
Testing day – 2009

Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 4

2026-03-15T23:55:00.002+13:00

Mid-March and this is the first one-week Number One song of 1986. There were more.

On March 15, 1986 the new Number One song was “Sara” (video up top) by the American rock band Starship hit Number One for one week. The song was the second single from Starship, after 1985’s "We Built This City", which I talked about in my ”Weekend Diversion: 1985, Part 23” post. The song was also the second and final Number One single from their debut album, “Knee Deep in the Hoopla” (“ We Built This City” was the first single). There would be one more for the band, though.

So: While—obviously—many people loved Starship, others, um, did not. I was mostly on the fence about the group, but, to be completely honest, I actually stopped paying attention when Grace Slick left the group. Be that as it may, I thought this song was pleasant enough, though it didn’t exactly grab me, either—but, then, many (most?) pop songs don’t “grab” me, so that’s not unusual. I guess you could say of my “relationship” with Starship, “It’s complicated.”

The video for the song also didn’t grab me—and that, too, isn’t unusual, of course. I’ve always considered music videos to be their own art form, and when they’re good, they’re pretty awesome. Most music videos are not pretty awesome (obviously?), but the ones that are get repeat views from me. This video, however, was not one of those. Oh, well.

“Sara” reached Number 10 in Australia, Number One in Canada, 16 in New Zealand, 66 in the UK, and Number One on the USA’s “Billboard Hot 100”, as well as on their “Adult Contemporary” chart, and it reached 12 on their “Mainstream Rock” chart. The linked Wikipedia article doesn’t provide any sales certification information.

The album Knee Deep in the Hoopla reached Number 34 in Australia, Number 16 in Canada (Platinum), Number 43 in New Zealand, and Number 7 on the USA’s “Billboard 200”. The album was certified Platinum in the USA. (There’s no chart information for the UK, which usually means it didn’t reach the bottom rung).

This series will return next week, on March 22, with the next new Number One from 1986, and it's another one-week hit.

Previously in the “Weekend Diversion – 1986” series:

Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 1 – January 18, 2026
Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 2 – February 15, 2026
Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 3 – March 1, 2026

Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 3

2026-03-01T23:54:00.004+13:00

It’s been a slow and relaxed start to this year’s series, hasn’t it? Here we are in March and this is only the third Number One of the year. Last year seemed so frantic by comparison, what with ALL those one-week hits. At any rate, there was a new Number One song this week in 1986, and it’s one I thought—well, let’s leave that for a moment, shall we? On March 1, 1986, “Kyrie” (video up top) by American pop rock band Mr. Mister hit Number One for two weeks. The song was the second and last Number One from Mr. Mister, after 2025’s "Broken Wings", which I talked about in my ”Weekend Diversion: 1985, Part 25” post. “Kyrie” was also the second single from their second studio album, “Welcome to the Real World” (“Broken Wings was the first single).

As with most Number Ones, this song was definitely on the radio a lot at the time, but that didn’t help for me: I absolutely loathed this song. I liked the sound well enough, and yet… Okay, here’s the thing: As the son and grandson of Lutheran preachers, I was well aware of what “kyrie” means in Christian use: Kýrie, eléison; Christé, eléison; Kýrie, eléison. which roughly translates as "Lord, have mercy; Christ, have mercy; Lord, have mercy." In Lutheran liturgy, the Kyrie was a particular part of Sunday services. At the time this song was popular, I still considered myself a Lutheran, though I’d probably already left the church mentally, BUT I was definitely already a committed secularist, and, at the very best, very most charitable, I felt this song was inappropriately proselytising, and I didn’t like that—at all. For historic context, this was the same era in which self-proclaimed “christians” were by far the most strident (and wealthiest) opponents the LGBT+ communities faced (not unlike these days…).

I was surprised when I researched this post and learned in the Wikipedia article linked above that “According to [co-composer and lead vocalist Richard] Page's statements, he was initially skeptical about singing the Christian text Lang had written because he didn't want to make a ‘religious statement’”. So, even he realised it was religious. What I also learned, though, is something I was oblivious to:

There is a myth that singer Richard Page wrote "Kyrie" while lying in a hospital bed after being assaulted. It was John Lang who had been assaulted three years before the composition; Lang has stated that the incident has nothing to do with the song.

Well, okay then. I guess. Personally, I don’t think that any of that cleared up the religiosity (or lack of) in the song, and that was always the sticking point I just couldn’t get past, even though I liked the sound of the song well enough. Once again, this is an example of something that wasn’t the first or last time such a thing would happen.

“Kyrie” reached Number 11 in Australia, Number One in Canada, 30 in New Zealand, 11 in the UK, and Number One on the USA’s “Billboard Hot 100”, as well as their “Mainstream Rock” chart. The song was also Number One on the Cashbox “Top 100 Singles” chart. The linked Wikipedia article doesn’t provide any certification information. Also, I see that it charted worst in Australia and New Zealand, arguably the least religious countries I write about—though I stress that may or may not be relevant.

The Welcome to the Real World album reached Number 17 in Australia, Number 2 in Canada (3x Platinum), Number 21 in New Zealand, Number 6 in the UK (Gold), and Number 1 on the USA’s “Billboard 200” chart. The album was certified Platinum in the USA.

This series will return in two weeks, on March 15, with the next new Number One from 1986, and it's also the first one-week hit of the year.

Previously in the “Weekend Diversion – 1986” series:

Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 1 – January 18, 2026
Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 2 – February 15, 2026

About that ‘hidden’ video

2026-02-19T23:40:00.000+13:00

The video above is Stephen Colbert’s interview with one of the Democratic candidates for the US senate seat in Texas, James Talarico. Colbert said that CBS wouldn’t permit the interview to be broadcast because the regime’s FCC said it would enforce the “equal time” rules on talk shows, which had always been exempt. Essentially the rule means that if a candidate is interviewed, all other candidates for that office must be, too. The FCC commissioner was quite open about the fact that this is about politics, though he framed it as about shows being “political”. His ire was apparently raised when ABC’s “The View” had Talarico on without any of his Democratic opponents. It's important to note that another Democrat runing for the Seante in Texas, Jasmine Crockett, has been on Colbert's show several times.

The first important point is that talk shows have always been exempt from the rule, and suddenly changing the rules is—odd. The second thing is that CBS itself disputes how this all came about. They deny it was the FCC “ordering” anything, but instead, about its “guidance”.

The interview was uploaded to the show’s YouTube Channel, which Colbert suggested was because he wasn’t allowed to broadcast it. CBS later claimed it was to avoid the “equal time” rule (the FCC has absolutely NO jurisdiction over streaming services, including YouTube). It’s worth noting that the YouTube video up top has had around three times the average viewership for the broadcast show, and the millions of views on other social media are on top of that.

So, what really happened? We weren’t there, we don’t know. Here’s what Colbert said to his audience before the interview:

The next day, CBS issued a very different story about what happened, apparently trying to blame Colbert, and issuing a startement without even showing it to him in advance. He responded on air:

I tend to believe Colbert over CBS, mainly because he’s earned the right to be trusted, and the spokespersons for the oligarch owners of CBS have not. Maybe that will change? Well, anything is possible, I suppose.

Let’s suppose that the FCC didn’t strongarm CBS (even admitting the current regime is absolutely capable of having done exactly that). But, IF they didn’t, why would CBS kill the broadcast of the interview? To suck up to the Republicans’ God-King. CBS is now owned and controlled by a far-right billionaire family that unreservedly backs the regime (danger enough), however, what could be behind it is that those oligarchs are currently trying to buy Warner-Discovery which would give them CNN, too (another huge danger; Netflix’s bid excludes CNN). If their offer is accepted, the regime will need to approve it, and that obviously gives the oligarchs a strong incentive to censor Colbert.

That raises a new question: Why would the regime want Talarico silenced? Because they consider him a huge threat to Republicans holding the Senate seat in Texas, and if Democrats win that seat, that may well win control of the US Senate. The incumbent Republican is unpopular, and his chief opponent is a crackpot extremist (IMO). Either Republican could be in danger of losing to a Democrat, and Republicans would fear Talarico the most because they’d consider the other main candidate, Jasmine Crockett, easier to defeat (because they automatically dismiss all they Black people, Black women in particular). Having said that, Talarico does indeed speak to a certain type of Texas voter, those that are more ostensibly more conservative than most Democrats, but they're not part of the red hat cult. Those folks are also some flavour of Christian, and Talarico speaks to them better than even the Republican candidates (not hard to do for genuine Christians…).

As the saying goes, I don’t have a dog in that fight, however, I do have a “position”: I will happily back whichever Democrat wins the primary. There are things I like about both candidates, but I know very little about Texas voters and wouldn’t presume to say which one is more “electable”. Anyone can have an opinion on the race, of course, and I do, and beyond firmly believing that either Democrat is far better than any Republican. But I think that the Democratic voters in Texas have to make their own choice. I know that I wouldn’t want anyone from out of state telling me how to vote.

I’m just glad that Democrats have such strong candidates. I hope that’s replicated across the country, because it’ll take a massive “Blue Wave” to save the USA.

Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 2

2026-02-15T23:47:00.000+13:00

There was a new Number One song this week in 1986, and it’s one I liked—and still do. That’s certainly not always the case. On February 15, 1986, “How Will I Know” (video up top) by by American singer Whitney Houston. It was the third single from her debut album, Whitney Houston, and it was also her second Number One single, after 1985’s “Saving All My Love for You”, which was the subject of “Weekend Diversion: 1985, Part 20”.

This song was on the radio a lot at the time, as most Number One songs are, and I also saw the video a lot at the time. I I liked a lot of Whitney’s early music, including this song, and I also liked the video. However, I never bought the song or her album, and I can’t remember where, precisely, I saw the video—possibly (probably?) in the video gay bars that were popular at the time, since I didn’t have MTV. There were, however, weekly music video shows were on broastcast TV at the time, so that’s also a possibility.

In this era, I thought Whitney’s songs were “good”, for lack of a better, more accurate word, but I can't listen to her old music without feeling sad at what happened to her. None of which is to dismiss her work in later years, before she stopped releasing albums, and I did like some of that, too. My point, really, is that I like a lot—though not all—of her music in this era when she was still a “new artist” for the pop music world.

All that aside, I liked this song at the time, and since, and both are still true. Sometimes, that’s enough.

“How Will I Know” reached Number 2 in Australia, Number One in Canada (Platinum), 19 in New Zealand (2x Platinum), 5 in the UK (Silver for physical sales), and Number One on the USA’s “Billboard Hot 100”, as well as their “Adult Contemporary” and “Hot R&B/Hip-Hop Songs” charts. The song was also Number One on the Cashbox “Top 100 Singles”, “Top Black Contemporary Singles”, and “Top 12-inch Singles” charts. The song was also 3x Platinum in the USA.

The album Whitney Houston reached Number One in Australia (5x Platinum) and Canada (Diamond), 3 in New Zealand (2x Platinum), 2 on the UK’s Albums and also Dance Albums charts (4x Platinum), and it was Number One on the USA’s ”Billboard 200” chart and their “Top R&B/Hip-Hop Albums” chart. It was certified 14x Platinum in the USA.

This series will return in two weeks, on March 1, with the next new Number One from 1986.

Previously in the “Weekend Diversion – 1986” series:

Weekend Diversion: 1986, Part 1 – January 18, 2026

Being prepared is a journey

2026-02-15T21:20:00.001+13:00

Three years ago yesterday, on February 14, 2023, two days after Cyclone Gabrielle had left Kirikiriroa-Hamilton behind, we lost power in my neighbourhood, something I mentioned in my treatise post about the cyclone a week later. It turned out that the power was shut off in order to repair a fallen cable, which is why it was only off for a couple hours—though I didn’t know any of that when I made the Facebook post up top.

In the part of my post where I talked about the power outage, I talked about what I did to cope, thinking the power might be off for a couple days. I mentioned going to one of the hardware home centres to buy a shop light that runs on the same 18v batteries I use for my power tools (and that now also powers the stick vacuum I bought last year). I later misplaced that light during one of my millions of failed attempts to tidy the garage, but, fortunately, I haven’t needed it since.

I also mentioned that I got an LPG (propane) bottle for the BBQ so I could cook, and that I couldn’t get it to work. That’s still not working. However, I didn’t mention that I’ve never actually used a gas BBQ, because that had always been Nigel’s job and I never learned). However, I still have the full gas bottle, and now that I’ll be able to actually use the patio I want to get the BBQ going again. Failing that, I also still have an LPG table-top outdoor heater that was the only thing Nigel wanted for his 40th birthday, and it may be more useful to me, particularly with Autumn only two weeks away. Or, not.

At any rate, I blame sleep deprivation three years ago for my lame jokes in the post. Coincidentally, parts of the country, especially the east coast of the North Island, have been experiencing a big (but non-cyclone) big storm, and that includies areas that got hit by a fatal storm three weeks ago. Kirikiriroa-Hamilton’s weather wasn’t too bad, though, fortunately.

In the three years since that cyclone, I haven’t done anything about electricity reslience, like adding a battery bank to my solar power system or getting a battery back-up that I can use to keep my fridge running it the power goes out. I still think a single back-up is a better option than a whole-house battery backup, but it’s a huge topic and researching it has require far more time than I’ve had available. Finding the right solution is still on the agenda, though—alongside so many other things.

New Zealand, like most places, has been experiencing more bad storms more frequently than, say, 30 years ago when I arrived in New Zealand. That trend will only continue in the years ahead, and we all need to do what we cane to prepare doe “severe weather events”. Despite everything, I’m actually better prepared than I was in 2023. That’s a good start.

Keeping the bugs outside

2026-02-13T23:06:00.004+13:00

Today the flyscreens (aka “window screens”) were installed at my house. It took a couple months for that to happen, but they’re better than I expected. This is also the final of the home improvement projects I hired others to do. It’s been a long journey.

Back in October, I went to the Waikato Home and Garden Show with my cousin-in-law, and I signed up for quotes on patio covers, ducted air conditioning, and fly screens. The quotes were all in by mid-month, apart from the screens because I decided on a different kind of screen than was originally quoted, and they had to re-measure the affected windows. That happened in early December.

What I opted for were simple screens that attach with magnetic tape. Because all the joinery (windows and window and door frames) is aluminium, they put magnetic tape of one pole onto the window frame, and the other pole is attached to the screen. My windows are all awning-style, hinged at the top and opened with latch-handles at the bottom. When the window’s closed, it pushes the bottom of the screen forward, then when the window is closed, the screen snaps closed against the magnet tape on the window frame (see the photo up top).

I originally wanted a more or less conventional type with an aluminium frame, but it’s hinged at the top. Unfortunately, I couldn’t have those because the blinds I had installed when I shifted into the house didn’t leave enough room. It took me around a month to decide what I wanted to do, basically, if I couldn’t have what I wanted, did I want what I could have?

What motivated me to proceed was nature: I always open the en suite window after my shower (year round) to help the extractor fan remove the moisture better/faster, and I leave it open for around 15-20 minutes. Two different times this past Spring, a big, ugly outdoors cockroach crawled in through that open window. Both of course exited the house as ex-cockroaches. That horror was enough to convinced me to get the screens I could have.

I ordered nine screens: One for the en suite, three for the main bedroom, one each for the other two bedrooms, one for a little window in the living area, along with one for the window in each set of stacker doors (and because they’re stacker doors, this was the only screen option possible).

I chose not to put them in the two front windows because Leo might go through them to try to get at a passing cat or dog, and, anyway, I’ve never opened those windows, and can’t image that I ever would. I also didn’t get screens for the two windows in the garage (I’ve never opened them, either), nor for the toilet (room, not throne) or main bathroom, mainly because of cost.

The guy arrived a little after 9am (ugh) this morning, and he was finished a couple hours later. I kept Leo close to me, on lead, and he eventually settled, though he wasn’t too pleased about it—apart from when I slipped him a little treat. Twice.

So, that’s that: The last project I hired people to do is now finished. The first to be completed were window blinds for the toilet (room not throne), bathroom, and en suite. Then it was the ducted air conditioning (with an add-on project to remove the broken split unit from the living area, along with its compressor on the patio). Next was the roof over my patio (installed on my birthday, no less), and today the screens.

I’ll probably have more things done, but the only one I’m planning at the moment is having the range hood/extractor fan raised because it’s far too low—though, technically, it’s in the common range of height above the cooktop. I’ve my head on the thing many times, and I can’t see any pots on the rear elements unless I duck—and probably hit my head. I’ll need to replace the backsplash, too, but I’d thought about doing that, anyway, because the builder installed grouted tile, which is hard to get/keep clean.

I should add that I’m aware that there is an ideal height for hoods so that they can work efficiently, but this thing had a very powerful fan motor, so much so that when it’s running I feel like a guy at the airport loading luggage onto a jet—only a slight exaggeration. Actually, when I began talking about this above, I accidentally typed “rage hood”, which is a pretty fair name for it, really.

Mainly, though, the projects will now be all mine. I still have my outdoor work to do, delayed by all the heat and rain. The rain will come and go, but the heat will ease in a few weeks—which also means I’ll be able to open the windows and use all the new screens, and not just the en suite one.

Inside the house it’s mostly about redecorating, but I’m also prioritising decluttering/downsizing. Then I’ll do whatever decorating, organising, etc. that each room needs, including putting in shelving systems in each wardrobe (this will the third house I’ve done that, actually). The garage will be last, and in mid-autumn or so, after the temps are cooler, but before it gets too cold. Then, if the fates allow, my entire house will be done. Finally.

Whatever happens—or doesn’t—I’ll document every part of it. And I thought that getting all those projects I hired people to do had been a long journey…

Obsessions

2026-02-10T22:04:00.004+13:00

From time to time, I become obsessed with something or other. I’ve probably always been that way, but it was noticeably different in the Covid lockdown era, but then it morphed again, turning into something different and quite useful. But noticed that change only recently.

I should explain what I mean by “obsession”. I don’t mean that in the way that online influencers use the word to describe their focus on the latest trends in fashion, home decor, food, skincare, whatever. On the other hand, what I’m talking about is about a kind of hyperfocus on things, but mine is about stuff for my personal life and usually it isn’t remotely connected to anything trendy.

That out of the way, what I become obsessed with usually refers to things for projects or to solve some problem or other in my home. Like lamps, for example.

During the first Covid lockdown I became obsessed/hyperfocused/whatever with lamps to put on the nightstands either side of the guest bed. This was odd because during lockdowns I couldn’t have guest, so bedside lamps were irrelevant. I ended up ordering a couple inexpensive ones from a discount chain rather than the ones I actually liked because I wanted to see those in person, which I couldn’t do, obviously.

I think the reason I was so obsessed with lamps was because at that time we were all powerless against a disease that we still had no vaccine against. Maybe it gave me a feeling of some control at a time when we had very little of that.

I still have those lamps, so ordering them wasn’t a terrible decision. However, there was one other purchase born of obsession that was a huge mistake: A garden shed I bought online in February 2021. In the weeks that followed, I eventually realised that it was a mistake. In 2022, I sold it at loss just to be rid of it.

That shed debacle was both a low point and a turning point: Since then, I’ve never ordered something expensive merely because I was obsessed about something. I’ve ordered a few things I ended up regretting, but none of them were the result of an obsession, nor were they expensive.

As time has gone on, there’s been a change. I may become obsessed with something and do hours of research to to find the best option—and then I stop without buying anything. I saw a YouTube video in which the person described that sort of thing as enjoying the shopping without actually spending any money. I think that’s true, but it’s also true that doing all the research can make me realise I don’t want the solution I thought I did, but sometimes I realise I already have a usable solution.

The photo up top shows a grill named after a famour boxer. Nigel and I bought it many years ago, and we’d also had an early version of the grill (which was quite large). We used it mostly for making things like Rueben sandwiches, though we also sometimes used it to grill meat. We used it less often as time went on, and I think I may have used it only once since shifting to Kirikiriroa-Hamilton, though my lack of use was mainly because it was hard to get out of the cupboard (I had to get down on the floor and reach into the back of the cupboard).

I recently became obsessed with buying a sandwich press (this Google search shows examples). It’s a kitchen device for making toasted sandwiches, like Reubens and what Americans call “grilled cheese” (called a “cheese toastie” in New Zealand). I wanted to get one years ago, and Nigel didn’t want me to, though he never said why.

I don’t know why, precisely, I became obsessed with getting a sandwich maker, but I was. And then I remembered the red grill I already had. We used it as sandwich press, so I knew it was suitable for that. Last week, I used it to make ham and cheese toasties (using what the supermarket called "ciabatta pockets" instead of regular bread). At first I used the two ribbed grill plates, but then I remembered there was a smooth one for the top grill and switched to that. I think it worked better for the later sandwiches (like what's pictured).

I’ve also realised that the grill would be the best way for me to make burgers. I have a “grill pan”, which has ridges so the grease can drain. However, there’s often a lot of water added to the raw beef mince (aka “ground beef”), and that means the burger is steamed as much as fried. The grill machine has angled grill plates, which allows the grease (and added water…) to drain out. The thing is, I can’t remember if we ever used it for that, but we may not have because we used to have cheeseburgers and melted the cheese on the burger in the pan, so I may need to experiment a bit.

There have been times that similar things happened, but this particular reuse of something I already have is the most recent. I like that I’m getting use out of stuff I already own even more than that I'm not spending money I don’t need to. That’s what’s changed the most for me—and it's so thrifty, too!

Seriously, though, it really is satisfying to come up with solutions for my home using stuff I already have. Sure, I still sometimes spend a lot of time researching options to buy, and sometimes I still buy things, too. As long as it’s not a garden shed, I’m okay with that.

NZ government prescribes change

2026-02-08T23:51:00.000+13:00

Beginning a week ago today (on February 1), New Zealanders learned were eligible maybe, quite possibly, be able to get a 12-month prescription. Or not. The government claims it will save money for patients and time for GP practices, and that might be true sometimes, but for many—perhaps most—people, it's more complicated than the government makes it sound.

When the government first announced they were doing this, my first reaction was. “are they insane?!” That requires some explanation, beginning with a bit of history.

When I arrived in New Zealand in 1995, people on regular prescriptions generally got a 6-month supply. At some point after I started on regular medication that was shortened to three months because, we were told, too many people weren’t taking all their medications, and so, there was waste. I probably thought that was a bullshit excuse at the time, but the result was incredibly annoying.

I had to go to the chemist three times a year, which was annoying when the chemist was quite a drive from our house. Worse, one drug (the blood thinner) has special restrictions and I had to pick it up monthly. So, I had to go to the chemist every damn month.

Awhile back, I switched to an “online” NZ-owned pharmacy, and my prescriptions are delivered to me monthly, so I don’t have to go get them, which is so much better. They also remind me when it’s time to request a new prescription.

The medical practice I go to sent a message to patients, saying, first, that some patients “with stable, long-term health conditions” may be eligible, however, “not everyone will be clinically appropriate.” Patients who need close monitoring, for example, won’t qualify. This doesn’t fully apply to me. Also, they said, “controlled drugs”, which they said inlcudied drugs “such as morphine, ADHD medicines like methylphenidate, benzodiazepines including temazepam, and zopiclone”. This doesn’t apply to me at all.

I don’t have “regular monitoring”, as they call it (like of my blood pressure), and so, I probably qualify for 12-month prescriptions. However, there’s also not much of an incentive for me to switch.

Not many people will save a lot of money by switching to a 12-month prescription. However long the prescription is, there’s a dispensing fee of $5 per item up to a maximum per year (I’ve forgotten what the annual maximum is, but I always used to hit it). The previous Labour Government abolished the co-pay, but the current National-Act-NZ First coalition government reinstated it. Not all pharmacies charge the co-pay: Australian-owned Chemist Warehouse and the pharmacy in the Australian-owned supermarket chain Woolworths also doesn’t charge it, but smaller pharmacies often do (the pharmacy I use doesn’t charge the co-pay).

For example, suppose a patient has four drugs. Each one would carry a $5 co-pay at the time the new prescription is filled. So, right now, with 3-month prescriptions, that would be $80 for the year. Under the new system, people who qualify to use it would pay $20 for the year, but they’ll have to pick it up every 3-months, because that part hasn't changed. This means that the pharmacies that charge the co-pay will be doing more work for less income.

On top of that is the fee the medical practice charges for a prescription renewal, and that varies a lot. In my case, I pay $26 for every renewal ($104 per year for the four 3-month prescriptions). If I got a 12-month prescription, I’d pay $26 for the year (and I’d save $78 for the year).

Some people may save a bit of money, others would save very little, and some would save nothing because they’re not even eligible for 12-month prescriptions. I’d probably be in the middle category, but I don’t care about that, I just want quality healthcare. Mind you, it’s easy for me to say that when I get my prescriptions without a copay and delivered to my house for free every every month.

Healthcare is difficult enough to manage, especially with the current government chronically underfunding the healthcare system, but I still think that it would’ve been wiser—and safer—to go back to the former 6-month system than to jump to the 12-month system that the current government chose. Maybe it really will help people save some money and also reduce workload for GP practices, as the government claims, but I’m not convinced it’ll do much of that, either. It’ll take time before we can know who’s right about this.

Side quests

2026-02-05T23:52:00.000+13:00

I completed a project today. It wasn’t exactly on my list, though it was at least somewhat related. And overdue. I also completed a chore that was also somewhat related to my current projects.

I’ve been fighting weeds on my property for most of the time I’ve lived in this house. It took them about a year to get started, but once they did, it became a constant battle. In fact, it’s the biggest challenge I face in getting my back yard under control, let alone to make it what I want it to be.

At the moment, the biggest challenge is still clearing the weeds that grew around the edges of the patio, but today I went to the other side of the house where there’s one spot that had the same problem. The photos up top are of a spot right next to the side door that goes from the garage to the spot where the clothesline used to be attached to the fence. Obvious, but left is before, right is after.

Undeneath that mass of (mostly) dead weeds (kikuyu) were three black rubbish bags and an LPG (aka propane) gas tank. Those weeds took around nine months to get to that point. I clear the weeds there once or twice a year, but this time was a bit longer than usual. So, my first step was to spray weed killer on them. A week or so later, I sprayed them again, and they finally started dying.

The thing is, the only reason I thought of spraying them is because the compressor unit for the ducted air conditioning is just along the wall from this spot, and the weeds were starting to grow behind and next to it. I couldn’t get the line trimmer behind the unit, and I don’t use it every week where I can use it. So, I decided to try to kill the weeds instead. Since I was out there spraying, anyway, I sprayed the kikuyu mountain, too.

Actually. , it was the second attempt at spraying that worked. A couple weeks earlier I sprayed an “organic” weedspray. It did nothing. A week or so later, I used the spray again. Still nothing. So, finally, I used stronger weed killer, and also twice, but this time it worked.

The mountain of kikuyu was mostly dead, so it was somewhat easier to remove than it would have been if it was alive, but I still needed to cut it up with secateurs before putting it into a large black sack. Once I cleared all that, I needed to deal with the three black bags that were underneath them.

When I clear weeds anywhere on the property I put them into back rubbish bags to begin to make sure they’re dead, and to let them start to break down. Then, I dump them into my compost bin to finish breajing down. This seems tp work better with kikuyu, which is extremely difficult to compost.

When I empty out the compost bin each summer, I take the oldest black bags and put the contents into the compost bin. And that repeats every year. However, those particular black bags have been there longer. In fact, two of them had weeds I’d pulled out of the bank along the side of the property, something I know because there were chunks of bark mixed in. All of those black rubbish bags are now in one big black sack (it’s the one in front—you don’t need to know that, but including that fact here will hep me remember it later). Because the back back contains weeds that were sprayed, I need to give that stuff some extra time to make sure any residue (and there’s probably not much after all the rain we’ve had…) can finish breaking down.

That LPG bottle is one Nigel and I bought many years ago. In fact, ten years ago it reached the date at which it needed to be tested (at our expense) or taken to the tip (dump) to have it disposed of responisbly (at out expense). But, it still had gas in it we wanted to use up—and, in fact, it still does. The problem is that I’ve never used my barbecue, and I’m not sure I even know how (Nigel always did the BBQing, and the only kind I’ve ever used had charcoal).

The other thing visible is the hose reel thatis once again the hose reel I’ll be using, since the handle broke off the one I’d had on the patio (this one’s handle is aluminium). Which I haven’t needed a hose in awhile, I will be needing a hoose, and, fortunately, I’ve now liberated that hose.

This was a good test run for what I plan to do with the weeds around the patio, sp I now have a plan of action. It’s also possible that some of the weeds in the black rubbish bags came from near the patio.

Once all that was done (it took me maybe an hour or so), I went inside to have some water and to rest and cool down. Then, I went back out and mowed the back lawn, something I also did last week, but I was suprised at how much the lawn itself had gown so much in one week when last week, despite all the rain, it was mainly the weed stalks that had grown. I’m probably the only person who finds that interesting, but that’s not unusual.

Today I completed an outside project and an also an outside chore. Sure, maybe I should’ve worked on the bigger project around the patio instead, but progress is progress, and sometimes that’s really all that matters. Today was one of those times.