Cannot believe that it is a month since the last update. Sounds like the start of confession ... bless me father etc.
Busy busy busy little bunnies we have been and continue to be. The school weeks get faster and faster and the weekends have to be packed to get everything done. At what point do we stop to smell the roses?
We have started eating our dinner out on the deck. That is a god move in the right direction. We had slipped into TV dinner mode. Generally timed to co-incide with the 6pm news. Eating in a bucket seat is not particularly comfortable and results in sloppage down the front. Worse than that we do not converse except in the ad breaks. Increasingly the news just makes me angry - either on account of people around the world getting shafted in one way or another, or because some editor thinks that I am interested in the trivia of some "personality's" private life. Simple solution, don't watch it it. Sit out on the deck in the cool evening air listening to the cicadas. Thoreau had a good line about the news in his wildly utopian "Walden". He said that if you wanted to know the news then stick your head out of the door and see what is happening. Similarly for the weather. Watch the sky! I will say that my meals are less stressful - I do not rant as I eat. Chantelle and I get to talk. The boys join us twice a week at the table. That is a different experience!
So it was my birthday on Monday. Thanks for the online greetings. My immediate family spoiled me rotten with breakfast in bed, a lovely tea and presents. Then I went to school!
