Work has been frantically busy, with exams to mark, assignments to set, and so many extras on top of the usual teaching. In all my years of teaching I can’t remember being this busy. I thought it could just be me starting in a new school, but my colleagues tell me that it is crazy busy for them too.
After the craziness of work, weekends are a refuge away from that busyness. This weekend was that perfect combination of much needed relaxation (complete with a cheeky afternoon snooze on Saturday), and action, with the spare room being sorted out, and a truck load of junk going to the tip.
Before we moved to the farm our house had been a repository for all those odd bits of furniture that the rest of the family no longer wanted. When we moved in we stacked all of it in the old (unlined) office off the back veranda. Now that we are staying, it was time to chuck out what we don’t want. Old single beds, a broken dining table, a bean bag and lots of little bits and pieces were all hauled out and put in the back of the truck. We also found the remains of a few mice – which were Country Boy’s job to deal with.
The late afternoon light is just perfect at this time of year, so on Friday afternoon we jumped on the motor bikes and went out for a ride with the trusty camera. On Sunday afternoon we went for a drive down quiet country roads. We had no destination in mind, but just enjoyed the scenery and the chance to chat relatively uninterrupted. We ended up down on the Murrumbidgee river just before sunset.
We drove home in the dwindling light, got the kids into bed and then sat down in front of the television in the most civilised matter. If only weekends were longer….