I sit in my not-so-warm office contemplating the end of the school holidays and just how much I've been able to get out with the kids and play. There was the one day we sat on the neighbours driveway in the sun soaking up the sun as if we hadn't seen it for a few weeks. wait. I don't think we'd seen it for a few weeks. The kids were picking onion weed from the section next door and making potions. Of the onion weed variety. In a bucket with chalk dust, bark and grass. Guaranteed to clear the sinuses, no doubt.
Then there was the day we walked to the school and the kids climbed the trees they aren't allowed to climb during school hours, and I read for an hour. With no guilt. Because I was doing something, not just reading. I just finished that book, True Believer by Nicholas Sparks of the 'Notebook' fame. It's a lovely book. As far as lovely books go, recommended for a rainy weekend read.
Then there was yesterday. Sunny enough to make me want to wash things. Lesson learnt though. Duvets shoved in a smallish washing machine does not work. I take the car out of the garage, give the two littlest kids a broom each and ask them to push as much of the water out of the garage as possible. I think I did the same thing about this time last year.
So today is Friday. I always get so thirsty on Fridays. But the radio has forecast all those weather warnings again, mid north island, bring your lambies down to the low-lands. Wellingtonites, put your flippers and water wings on before trying to float home. Everyone in the south, put chains on the car and extra food in the glove-box. Does anyone ever keep gloves in the glove box? Batten down the hatches NZ, we are in for another weekend of it.
As for the Howards, the oldest child follows me around asking for jobs to earn money to buy more nintendo games ("Are you getting paid for that?" he says to two young kiddies sweeping the water out of the garage). The middle one limps around the place playing imaginary games with the youngest one. Apparently climbing out-of-bounds trees at school pulls more muscles than one counted on.
Me? I'm happy the Tarisota gallery is done for another month, that's always an amazing feeling. I'm going to do some more BasicGrey assignments, write more of the outline for my BPS workshop, chat to some more sponsors for the Autumn Escape and update myself with the status of the classes (some of which have sold out, most others 75% full).
I'll work on getting a certain soaking duvet dry, I'll find jobs for a boy keen to earn money and then, then when I'm done the real work for the day, I'll consider making some peanut butter bickies and settling in for the weekend. I love spring.
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