“spot ya”

is an expression I hear from my father-in-law when he is imitating the Kiwi joker—that being a regular bloke, a Joe six-pack. (so does ‘spot ya’ mean give you a head start? or lend a bill of small denomination?) this cultural slang was so cool at first but has become more ordinary over time. Does this mean I am imbedded?

Two current aspects of existence perhaps stir the powers of examination: the new viewpoint of holiday house ownership and an impending trip home.

We can now lay our heads in a modest bach/crib/cottage in Carotene, getting away from the rigors of life in metropolitan Waikikamukau. [As you know, even the Greeks saw the wisdom of better appreciating life in the city by escaping to the countryside, n’est-ce pas?] We have time for a walk on the beach or to the cafe, kids in wet-suits board surfing the waves, board games, darts and a little biking with kayaking or sailing looming as opportunities.

Two of us will return to the states in a month—reconnecting with family, friends and tofu (a substitute for ‘etc’). What is home? Where is home? What is leaving? What is being with somebody? Is a blog the locus for semi-public disquisition on these topics?

[Even for someone as behind the curve as me—not yet a Twitterer—the blog is getting cumbersome. I pull myself grudgingly into texting as I enjoy Facebook. Is a blog toast? [a wild person of conservative bent, like myself, does like his toast well-done (but beef, rare…how does a blog compare to toast or beef?)]]

What do you think of this for a simplistic, philosophic comment on these weighty matters: if goals are not important, merely the trip/travel towards them; if partings are sad because they resonate with the final separation--death; if love is what matters; what we HAVE is the talk, the being in the room (occasionally the bed), the holding of the hand, looking into another face and appreciating the ‘other’ (person) or the sunset, the shared and palpable knowledge that your presence makes me more alive—because you are feeling the same thing…

It hit me the other day that ‘spot’ can mean ‘see’…‘see you later’ or ’see you’ (both or which sound normal) are the ‘spot ya’ equivalent---that we say all the time…I guess