“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.”
— Mitsugi Saotome
i remember when our babygirl was teeny, i acquired this idiotic notion that parents' beds were just for parents. no kiddos allowed. thankfully she didn't listen. when charlie was growing in my tummy and space was at a premium with pillows holding up my achyness and daddy squeezed over in one corner of the parental bed, we'd wake up in the mornings with Miss Two starfished between us and both of us would give the hairy eyeball to each other and and have no idea how she climbed in there.
last night, in the middle of the night, i awoke to a flash of lightning immediately followed by the loudest thunder i've evah heard. there were electrics RIGHT ON TOP OF OUR HOUSE!!! followed by an immediate pitter patter of sixteen year old feet racing into our bedroom and bundling into bed. hello, starfish.
i'm suddenly six again,
on the grassy bank
with skirts gravitating
to reveal summer pyjamas and
long red nails with broken
chalk pieces jumbling a
which doesn't sound so bad
when it's said onewordish like that.
and it's turning too fast,
this mouse-wheel of achievement
objectives and learning intentions
and plans and assessments.
they're clouding my vision
and all i can see is upside down
whispering grass and dandelions
which are threatening to blow away,
splatting on a strawberry screen
and i just want to cram everything
into my paddington backpack
who moved my cheese?
i've spent the last six days attached to my mouse.and i'm about to drop kick it.the blasted thing keeps disconnecting from my pooter every 3.8 seconds, which is rather stressful when an assignment is approaching its deadline.and i have sand in my eyes.but i am totally multiliterate.*unplugs and replugs mouse*have just done the final edit on my very first powerpoint, and am rather glad that i've been a Web Wife all these years cos i have even hyperlinked to this hilarious website and even to youtube and hidden it behind the logos. so yeah, ya click on the screen and BOOM! it takes ya right there.*unplugs and replugs mouse*Multiliterate Wizard Award.and in other news (yeah, the globe keeps turning even while i'm down inside the tube) Woozie sang at school assembly today. the first we heard of it was when Bulldog turned up to skool and teachers kept running up to him amazed. yeah.
*unplugs and replugs mouse*
Vocal Wizard Award.oh, i just read the blog and realised that Woozie has been featuring rather prominently here of late. there ARE other peeps who live here still:let me think:
*unplugs and replugs mouse*
Sambo has nearly finished a huge Road Trip assignment - he is coming to a city near you.we had teacher interviews and Holy Charlie is a total brain, rather like Mousey. land sakes. not my genes then.*unplugs and replugs mouse*and we are about to go on a Noho Marae visit this weekend, just BD and moi. we'll have to do our mihi. yes, i've been practising: Kō Maungawhau tōku maunga... etc. nothing compliKATEd, just following the KISS principle.*unplugs and replugs mouse*
so that means that Granny and GD are arriving in two days' time to look after the cherubs - with DANNY BOY who is about to turn twenty (TWENTY?!!) and who hasn't had any more rides in police cars (as far as i know)
*unplugs and replugs mouse*i bought a "teachery" book today. reading activities. yeah, sounds boring, but these are ROCKING!!!oh and i'm going through another "i'm really freaking out about being in charge of a classroom" phase.*unplugs and replugs mouse*
woozie is studying soft materials technology this year (yeah, the term 'sewing' is so *old skool*). her teacher said that the students could either: design a costume for the show, or exhibit a piece for global connexions. of course, woozie made the impulsive last-minute decision to do *both*.the first was a complete success - the initial durability of those shiny purple pants was a tad questionable - so she made a few special modifications herself (movie line, ohk it's han solo in star wars, skiting about the millenium falcon to princess leia). the pirate king sang and danced that costume throughout three dress rehearsals and six performances.in the five weeks post-show, wooz has been nipping back and forth to skool in every spare and not so spare moment (the rules say that the teacher must supervise that every stitch is made by the entrant) designing and sewing her heart out.she entered her outfit in the FIRE category, using up some spare black fabric and making a fitted fire-jacket and some high-waisted shorts. dig those buttons.the outfit was completed with a plastic red fire hat (which went home with another wanna-be fireperson) and some black pseudo-docs.the outcome? no podiums this year, but wooz's outfit made it to the final ten entries for the FIRE section, and also got to the finals for EXCELLENCE IN SEWING. yep. durability? tick. wearability? tick. all around fashionability? tick tick.
the freakin' weekend
it's so great, when ya write about something, and then it's like you just wrote a post-it, and stuck it on the fridge (oh, how i love fridge doors, i think they tell ya *so* much about a person). and then all is suddenly well...
and you start gaining a little perspective, and actually having weekends, and late night chats with your peeps, and eating dinner together, and talking, and reading stories together... as well as writing essays...
and then a weekend happens, and instead of getting pissed off that ya missed *two* parties cos you're a busy student, ya *GOK* up an outfit for Bulldogfor number #2 said party