Capsicums

Red orange yellow green clumps
of bobbles and bulges display half
a rainbow in their shop display
a spread of many colours
covering hollows squeezed
out of shape by a cook’s hands’
Colourful capsicums setting
our meals ablaze.

Slicing through their bulges and
pockets the pleats round their
stalks, white seeds flicking
out as the knife cuts through
flesh and airy hollows.
So strange after chopping
slicing and dicing worldly
everyday vegetables.

Still they reward us with
unique flavours and colour
when the knife’s work is done.

Capsicums

Territory

Mayhem of loud squawks
shrieks bangs in the driveway
drew me to the window.

Two blackbirds glared at
each other, orange beaks agape,
tails upraised, feet dodging
in little sideways hops.

They shrieked again
hurled themselves at each
other as one dodged
sideways crashing into
the moulded metal fence
with a booming echo then
dropped like a stone as
the other bird swooped
just above its head.

On and on they fought
swooping ducking diving
around each other
crashing to the ground
hurtling into the fence
with unabated screams
shrieks squawks until
one finally flew away
over the neighbours’ houses

…. leaving the prize of
uncontested ownership
to his opponent.

Territory

Cold

At nights my little heater
usually so efficient struggles
to warm my weather tight flat
inside its thick lined curtains
as icy air blankets the
driveway outside.

Icy air stands like a wall as
I step outside into the frigid
current to put rubbish in the
bin beside the back door.

My cosy bed heated by the
electric blanket is only
warm enough for me to sleep
in with bed socks on my feet.

Snow lies thickly on the
nearby mountains as wind
and swirling air distribute
fine icy crystals carried by
Antarctica’s ferocious blasts.

I am cold !

Cold

Phone Call From A Hacker !!??!!

I had a strange episode yesterday, which taught me that hackers can phone you to hack into your computer. My computer knowledge is not vast and I was very surprised.

I answered a phone call from a man with a very heavy Indian accent who told me he was calling from Windows technical office to say that my licence to operate Windows was about to expire and I needed to update it.  Even my limited knowledge told me this was most unlikely so I told him he had a heavy foreign accent and must be a scammer. However I would take my computer to my dealer and get them to check it.  He was very angry and I hung up on him.

To my surprise he rang me back again a while later, even angrier saying that it was not about my dealer and he would tell me what I needed to do. I hung up on him again and rang my computer shop. I have had a good relationship with them for some years now  and have bought all three of my laptops from them in my serial monogamous relationship with computers.  I am very needy when learning a new computer and ring or visit them until I have it worked out how to function viably on it.  My last computer purchase was only six weeks ago and I had them install the various programmes on it, including licences and security where required.  As they have always done their job well, I was very sure that no licences would be outstanding.  I also really did not believe Windows would be calling me, and it seemed a very ignorant  statement to make.

The technician I spoke to at the shop was most emphatic. My caller was a hacker and I should hang up immediately if he rang again as he could could hack into my computer if it was switched on while we were talking on the phone. Fortunately it was not switched on at that time.  She also pointed out that I should not do anything that he told me to do as that would help him to hack into my computer.  She checked their technical department  records  to see what they had installed on my computer and said I was completely up to date. That was good, but I  was sure that would be the case.

I was astounded that a phone call could be used to hack into my computer, and am posting this note in case other people following this blog  just have my level of expertise with computers.

Phone Call From A Hacker !!??!!

Rain

Spring rains continued into
last summer keeping our
temperatures down, soaking
our land in watery Autumn.

Now winter has brought
icy rain and gales vast
drifts of southern snow.

Across our waterlogged sodden
land, loose rocky scree and
soil shift down rocky hillsides
steep gullies and cliffs, pouring
stony soil and rocks on to
main highways through the
Manawatu Gorge to Napier,
Ngauranga Gorge into
Wellington, along Kaikoura
coast to earthquake
shaken Christchurch.

After all our shaky isles’
earthquake upheavals
how strange to see our
land washing down in to
rivers and sea under
rain’s constant onslaught.

 

Rain

Dark Moonlight

Light pours in through my
2am kitchen window as I
fetch a glass of water;
backlights bedroom and
living room curtains.

Stepping out my front door
I see sharp cut shadows
of roofs fence garage in
the full moon’s light from
high overhead in a strange
brightly lit world under a
black sky flecked with
starlight’s distant pinpricks.

Strange light so bright
under black heavens.

Dark Moonlight