I had an amazing school teacher when I was aged maybe 7 thru 10 - who deeply loved music. She taught choirs. We learnt songs from all over the world. Hi Mrs Sutton! Decades later, I find I have a song for everything. No matter what happens in my life - a song wells up - often song long forgotten

Nobody will care. But I am a closed adoption kid. I just found out my DNA mix. Disappointed there is no Māori. Happy there is a pinch of Italian.

Tomorrow is the day I am meant to get my DNA results. Child of closed adoption. Have no idea of my genetics. I have been hitting the refresh button since yesterday, just in case. 😆

My yard is full of birdy joy chirps today. Midsummer. Got some bowls of water out for the birds. 🌱

I am a closed adoption kid. Know nothing about my origins. I am hoping DNA testing can tell me something. 😀

I don’t understand a culture where neighbours don’t speak to each other.

I would migrate would back to provincial New Zealand in a heartbeat if the healthcare wasn’t so atrocious.

Looking for tinnitus tips. I have managed to distract myself at times. But is there any cure? I have the kind of white noise ringing sort of tinnitus.

This is Chippie. Named before I knew it was a politician’s nickname! Good boy Chippie #petsnz

My dad (gone before his time) used the term “Uncle Louie’d” to describe people who had been evidence-based in their thinking, but were then subject to disinformation from someone forceful and influential in their lives. They then lost confidence in their own reasoning. I see this so much now.