Turning 100

Well, this is a milestone, and although I normally am not one to celebrate such things, I'm pretty proud of this.

100 posts. For someone who never sticks with anything, that's pretty exciting.

Unfortunately, that's the only reason for this post. I had a very quiet weekend that involved reading, tidying, catching up with family, mowing lawns, chasing naughty kittens out of neighbours' yards, and managing to hold off until yesterday before gorging myself on the chocolate eggs in the kitchen.

And, of course, just as is pretty much every Australian and New Zealander of my generation, I'm feeling very sad over the death of Paul Hester. He was a familiar face growing up... like a big brother that I didn't have. Split Enz, Crowded House, and I enjoyed Hessie's Shed so much... an insight into the camaraderie of muso's that would always fascinate me.

I hope he is in a more peaceful place now. I hope his daughters learn to understand. And accept.