Thursday, November 03, 2005

The Grass is Always Greener or 남의 떡이 커보인다

It is getting warmer here in Aotearoa. This is not a place where the desert sands are whipped up in great storms and are thrown through the streets, but it's hot enough for me. Early this morning after a distinct lack of sleep I was shocked out of bed as my barely-able-to-drive grandfather drove up on to my lawn... my poor lawn still recovering from a nasty attack of heavy truck tread-itis. I threw on some clothes, I am still quite fashionable even in my comatose state of near sleep, and rushed down to find out what the hell he had against my lawn. It turned out he had lugged a letter box he had made for Mrs San Nakji and had decided that Thursday morning, 8am, was the perfect time to erect his creation. As I watched his car slowly settle into the grass I felt I had to act quickly. I began digging holes, making concrete and bashing wood like no one on this blue earth has ever done before. The sun beat down mercilessly on me as I toiled. (well not really... but sounds good!) After barely an hour I had finished and I waved as my grandfather drove off down the road dodging cars left and right...
So nine o'clock in the morning and my hands were covered in dirt and I was drenched in sweat. I knew exactly how someone who actually worked for living felt. Well, almost. It was at that time that I wished that it were winter. The ground would have been softer and I wouldn't have been such a sweaty mess. Well no more than normal. The best thing that could have happened however is that it would probably be pouring with rain, meaning the damn letterbox would never have been delivered.
Where's my point? My point is that I was sick of the cold only a few months ago and couldn't wait for summer. Now summer is almost upon us, we have been inflicted by Halloween and worse still by my sweaty, never enough deodorant body. Next I will be bankrupted by Christmas and then I will be dreaming of winter. By the time winter rolls round I will dreaming of Christmas ham. I will never be happy with my current lot and that is my point, not a great one granted, but as good as you will get at this time of night!

San Nakji for President!

5 comments:

Brotha Buck said...

Wait a minute. Did you say that summer is just starting there?

Anonymous said...

Yes, seasons are reversed in the southern hemisphere.

San Nakji said...

Yup, BBQ for Christmas!

Oricon Ailin said...

BBQ for Christmas?!! Wow! Sounds like MY kind of meal! Can I come for Christmas down there? hehe

And here I am...praying that the weather gets cold faster, so that it kills all the living plants around me making me so sick. I'll blog about that in a bit. heheh

A letterbox is what we call a mailbox, right??

San Nakji said...

He he, you Americans and your funny words!