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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Taking another breath...

Well then; I now do plainly see/ The busy world and I shall ne'er agree. Abraham Cowley.

We have stuff happening we can't share with the whole world yet because we haven't told all the people important to us first ~ & it's not my story to jump the gun on either ~ but it is keeping us all very busy. Yes, I know; we already have Ditz's circus happening. *sigh* At least I can't complain life round here is dull. Dull it certainly is not!

So yesterday, while I was on the mainland I ordered our Singapore dollars. I get this hollow, plummeting in the pit of my stomach feeling just saying that. It's getting that close. Oh my! The kids get off the plane & go immediately into rehearsal. Oh my. I have my blue card [which says they've dredged through my records & so far as they can tell I am not a threat to any child in any way, shape or form] so I can help supervise our under 18s ~ who in all honesty are probably far more worldly~wise & savvy than I am ~ just under 18. We don't have shoes ~ for either of us. We don't have black stockings. Actually I think I'd better stop right there before I panic completely. Just breathing....

We are really struggling to school. Between the heat & sheer exhaustion & all the extra travelling we are just too tired to care. I can't even blame Ditz wholly for that one. I just can't seem to wrap my brain round what still needs to be done but we are plodding along as best we can. Thankfully our supervisor is really understanding & as we've always been on the ball up till this point she is giving us plenty of leeway. Whew!

So what went in the egg basket this week? Well, Ditz's flute teacher informed us he won't be teaching at the next island over's school next year. He is still teaching locally so hopefully we can squeeze her lessons in on a Wednesday after he finishes school & before Ditz has to go sing for Alison. Might actually work better...Logistics. My poor little brain goes into overdrive trying to juggle all this stuff.

Alison, who is a mad workaholic herself, e~mailed audition forms out for 2010 & asked could she have them back Wednesday. Forms are easy so I blithely filled Ditz's out thinking we'd have till January for Ditz to find & rehearse her audition piece. She has a fortnight. There will be howls of outrage when I tell Ditz. I am not looking forward to today. Hopefully the child has something on hand that just requires a little tweaking.

Dearest has stuff on the boil that he is excited about. I am less than enamoured because he wants my help & input & I find it all terribly dull ~ unless it makes him lots of money, of course, when it will automatically become exciting & interesting. lol. Being the good little helpmeet I am I have been helping as best I can. Actually very funny. My arty~farty right~brained self sees his stamp shades far better than his left~sphere, logical, math oriented brain does. He is just a tad peeved about that.

We can't drive down our road because the curlews have chicks & they are nesting right plonk in the middle of the road & are moving for no~one & nothing. We are forced to drive around them with a wary eye out for stray fuzz~balls on sticks. The plovers have chicks too & are completely brainless parents, herding their unfortunate off~spring directly into oncoming traffic. Meanwhile the butcher birds have arrived to eye off their main chance to snavel a quick snack on the hoof, so to speak. I like butcher birds but am forced to admit their carnivorous habits are one of their less pleasant attributes.

I still have a house but it is not seeing much of me & even less is being done round here. The boys insist they are coming home for Christmas so I guess that at some point I will have to do something about that but honestly, at this point I have no time to spare for stray thoughts on it except in the most fleeting of ways ~ most of which is more along the lines of wishing the whole exorbitant excess would just disappear into the ether.

At one point in history there were contemplative monks who perched themselves atop pillars in the desert; those pillars are starting to look mighty attractive just now. At heart I am a contemplative hermity bookworm with no idea how I ended up in my life. What to do? What to do? Take another breath & go WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

9 comments:

Allison said...

We've been having roving gangs of wild turkeys harassing small children around here. Bold, nasty, and yet so dim-witted.

Rose said...

Wow! It makes me tired to read it all. :-) But this too shall pass.

Anonymous said...

give us a yell if we can help at all. our little beans performance career is due to begin this week, though i think you and ditz are way more ready for your performance things than she is lol

Jan Lyn said...

Hmmm...I can relate to the "contemplative hermity bookworm" bit. You've got a lot cooking and more! I, too am having a time considering Christmas is on it's way and all that goes along with that. Every year it becomes a challenge for me to some how simplify it more and for all to still enjoy it. Blessings of peace to your heart....

Ganeida said...

Allison: We have dive~bombing magpies at present too. It's not safe outside bwhahaha....

Rose: It will; if I survive it. ☺

Thanks Beanies! ☺ Must catch up soon & hear all about your trip.

Jan Lyn: Ah yes, my contemplative friend. You would understand the hermit driven needs of the truely unsocial! [not you, me] ☺ Luckily true peace does not reside in things but in a person.

Homeschoolmum4Christ said...

We had magpies here, and they dive-bombed my son on his bike, so he had to take a HUGE detour around the stock route to arrive home safely.

The hot weather has been a real challenge this year, and summer isn't even here, yet, is it???

Have a wonderful week,
Blessings,
Jillian

Jeanne said...

Now I'm truly tired...when do you leave for Singapore? Can I come? I'm a terrific tour guide, and I present well in company. I don't even hum along to the bits I know. Well, actually I do, but only on the inside...So? Can I?

Ida Red (aka Richele) said...

Wow, reading that is exhausting, I can't imagine living it. However, Singapore...very interesting...I'd be up for that. Sounds like very interesting times. I can't wait to read more about it.

Ganeida said...

Jillian: The maggies can be vicious. Round here they decorate their bike helmets with twiggy bits & that seems to work as a deterant.

Jeanne: I should love someone to come & hold *my* hand & explore Singapore with me! Will you fit in our one small bag with the shoes we don't have yet? ☺ I have Ditz. Quiet under breath humming is quite acceptable compare to what I usually have to put up with!

Richele: I am quite sure everyone is going to be quite fed up with the whole Singapore thing before we're done ~ & having got there we will see very little of it as the kids are guests of the Australian High Commission & in rehearsals & concerts for nearly all of our 3 full days in the place. Hence the frantic sounding tone of my blog at present. Trying to prevent complete meltdown here...