What’s top of my mind: My doggie visitors.
The photo above shows Jeffrey sleeping on the couch next to his Mum, with Silver at the back.
Where I’ve been: On yard duty.
I have yard duty twice a week. Wednesday’s is in a section of the school called ‘South’, a thin strip of concrete totally in shadow all the time from the 4-story building that is the actual school. It’s cold and a breeze is usually blowing through it, though the garden along the back boundary cheers it up a bit.
Last year it wasn’t a very popular place for the kids to go – only the loners and weird kids would hang there, which actually made it quite a good place to do the slow-paced ‘yard duty walk’ up and down. These sorts of kids are the quirky and interesting ones. This year it’s far more popular.
Where I’m going: Phillip Island.
My friend Blogless Helen, who I went to North Korea with back in 2018, reads my blogs. When I said that I was planning nothing last week, she was outraged. So a few of us are going down to her holiday house on Phillip Island at the end of April.
When I was a kid, we used to go to Inverloch, a little further up the road, every school holidays to visit my grandparents, who retired up there. So it’s a little like revisiting the past.
What I’m reading: ‘Die With Zero’ by Bill Perkins
Last year, I was driving to work, listening to Aussie Firebugs pod with the author of ‘Die With Zero. I’d vaguely heard of the book before, but never really taken much notice. However, I really enjoyed the interview and it was very lucky for Tom30 that I listened to it – Perkins advocates giving $$ to adult kids when they need it; not simply leaving it all to them when you die. Tom30 was in the throes of house-hunting and I ended up giving him 15K towards his deposit. (5K of that was the amount I’ve earmarked towards helping each boy with a wedding, while 10K was my emergency fund at the time. Of course, I’ll be doing this for the other kids too.)
I finally got around to ordering this book from the library after it came up in conversations with Charlie from Antarctica and another guy from work.
I’m about a third of the way in and I’m thinking that there’s nothing new here – I got it all from the podcast. Still, I’m pushing on. There may be a pearl of wisdom or two still to be discovered.
What I’m watching: OUTLANDER season 6!!!!!!!!!!
It’s finally on Netflix. I’m so happy.
What I’m listening to: ‘The Party Crasher’ by Sophie Kinsella.
I’m listening to this on 1.5 speed just to get through it.
The protagonist is the most immature 26-year-old I’ve ever read and she’s very annoying. It’s a chick-lit ‘madcap’ light read, but just when I start getting sucked in to what’s going on, something unbelievable is done or said and I’m annoyed again.
What I’m eating: Hard-boiled eggs and a salad for lunch.
Quickly thrown together this morning. I prefer a light lunch, especially with my home-grown cucumber and tomatoes.
What I’m planning: Nothing.
Haha! That was just for Blogless Helen’s benefit.
Who needs a good slap: Kids who are away during a Learning Task.
Argh! So annoying!
Yesterday I gave a history learning task (a piece of work that is marked and goes on the kids’ reports) to my year 9 class. SIX of them were absent. That’s a lot of kids to chase up. I really want to have all of these marked before Friday, when my other 3 classes submit their first learning tasks. The correcting has begun in earnest.
What has made me smile: The Mother/Son song at the wedding.
David29 popped in on Sunday and stayed for over an hour, so we had a lovely chat up and chinwag. He brought up the topic of an appropriate song for a mother/son dancer at the wedding.
I said, “What about The Angels, “Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again?” and he instantly replied with, “No way, get fucked, fuck off!!” and we both laughed.
“Imagine Izzy’s family’s faces if we did?” I said.
(For overseas readers, this is a fantastic song, but it’s an Aussie tradition to yell the “get fucked’ thing every time the question is asked in the song. It’s asked a lot, so it’s kind of fun.)
This morning I woke up with the PERFECT song in my head. Paul Simon’s “Loves Me Like a Rock.” I used to use this as a lullaby for the boys when they were babies.
Dad joke of the day:
What do you call a man who gets botox in his face?