Jesse Rivest's Blog

It's been a week or two - it's now time for our regular Antarctic wind to rip its way through Island Bay and northwards to the rest of Wellington. I'm typing now with icicle fingers.

On the walk home from the grocery store I came across an elderly lady, probably in her eighties, coming out from the side of her carport to release a "rubbish kite" into the wind. I think it was a plastic bag that probably once held some potatoes.

"It's not mine, so I'll let the wind take it," she explained to me, setting the kite free as I continued past her.

Great. Nice one! So, what you're saying is: if some rubbish blows into your yard, then you don't have/want to deal with it; you'll toss it out past the border of your yard so that the wind can blow it into the next person's yard.

Maybe one of her sons lives down the street, and this bag will land in his yard. I can imagine how he'll act when he finds it.

My fingers have warmed up a bit. I'll go make some guacamole and salsa now, with thoughts of warm Mexico.