Here'a picture from last week's dinner in the park instead.
Gerard and Grace on Andy's friend's (apostrophes? no idea - too hot) wacky bike. All the dads and kids had a go. OK must dash, the ants are really freaking me out now. Grace needs to be separated from the telly and there's a sausage in the freezer with my name on it.
ps. Oh and I might be getting my computer back soon. Crosses fingers. Excitement.
The normal blogging urge seems to have completely left me. Still camping out on Gerard's desk and it's OK but I miss my computer, my chair and proper Outlook. I can get email but it's bigpond webmail, it's sucky slow and I can only see 10 emails at a time. And I miss all the handy files saved to my desktop, like the vegie co-op roster. Still, I've been crazy busy. All my causes, the school, the pool and the Kodak development seemed to have morphed into this big heaving mess of things. that. need. to. be. done. right. now. Before the next thing that happens and also needs to be done immediately. So instead of stressing about it and feeling overwhelmed, I just got in and did it. Although I made a big list first. And anything that I couldn't do, well I just moved on. And I've said no and hand passed some other stuff. I've been fiddling around on Facebook quite a bit, making pages and connecting them up to their respective blogs. Nearly everything to do with Facebook pages seems to be fiddlier than it ought. However the pages (Pool, School and Newlands Community Alliance if you want to fan any of them) are all working well now and earning their keep. All in all, I've managed to pretty much knock off my list this week and it feels really good.
What else? Oh, this is big. I've actually started the process of moving my blog empire from typepad to blogger. I've been wanting to do this for ages but the other day I was updating a link on the sidebar of the pool site and honestly, with typepad's system there is so much faffng that I cracked the shits, exported the blog file, ran it through the google converter and imported it into blogger. Just to see what would happen. And guess what? It flippin' well worked!! The whole process took about 15 minutes. Of course there are hours of site design yet to do, pages to tidy up and images to move before I repoint the domain name but I don't think it's going to be that hard - just a bit tedious. So I'm working out a plan and workflow to do all my blogs. Just doing a bit each week, I think it will take me until the middle of the year.
Apart from being free, blogger has a much nicer editor now. I love how in the advanced editor, you can test your links as you add them. Also a fan of editing page elements from the page instead of having to look through the clumsy typepad library. And, as of two weeks ago blogger has pages! No more having to do a dodgy second blog with all the non page elements made white to fake a page. So yeah, I'm definitely moving.
Mmm, and I went back to work this week. That was hard after four weeks. Every one seems so tense and grumpy. Stressed. And it was busy and I got shouted at twice on my first day back. Nice. On my second day, a customer told me not to get smart with them. Yeah well. Perhaps after being away for a while, you get a renewed perspective. It was great to get back to homelife at the end of the week and do the school run. I really like it. Being a school mum. Grace seems to like being a school kid too. Except occasionally when it all seems too much. I'd write a bit about going to the pool too, but what can I say apart from the fact that it is wet and pleasant. We rather like it.
here and here. There's still heaps of stuff in there, like pictures and wood panelling and coffee cups in the tea room.
I don't know whether I'll post a Kodak picture once a week, but I'm going to try. Unlike Mary's project the pictures won't be from the same viewpoint each time as I'm going to try and document what happens to this particular patch of earth overr a year. Maybe I'll call it the "so long kodak project." We'll see.
But I'm up and running again. Haven't finished flickerating or blogging about our camping trip holidays yet, but the photos are on the other computer. Hopefully they are still there, because the next lot are my favourites of the whole trip. I guess they will look different in three weeks time.... so maybe the narrative will be even more backwards looking than ever. Nostalgic perhaps. I can work with that. So Dad, if you're reading - thank you for your massive efforts - we have plan B well and truly sorted and have settled in for the duration. Hope you catch up on your sleep and have a fabulous trip!
Note to self: When your computer is back up and running, keep a contacts list in .csv on G's computer. And a copy of ACDSee. Just to make it easier next time. It's time I accepted the fact that there will always be a next time. And learnt to prepare for it better. I think that might be plan C. Here ends the whinge. And so to bed, to get under the doona. I know... it was too hot to breathe the other night. Perhaps it was the heat.
for a moment I thought Grace would lose it. She stayed close and sat on my knee with her arms around my neck for a moment but then happily went off to play with the toy cars and loop de loop track. They're not silly, these prep teachers - lots of interesting playthings already set up. I felt all teary, well actually I did get a bit wet around the eyes, but I wasn't the only one. Lucky I had a champagne brunch with some other mums and dads (G went home to work on the shed extension) to go to. It was a good debrief and then I had some pamphlets for a community event to deliver and before I knew it, there were only two hours left until pick up time. Even so, I wanted to be a fly on the wall all day. To see how they were going, to know that she was OK. Apparently one of the last parents to leave peeked in the window and saw the kids sitting on the mat, happily listening to a story.
When I arrived to pick Grace up, everyone was happy and excited. It had been a good day. Not that I could find out any details because if I asked Grace about her day at school, she said it was good and that she learned to use the noisy thing. So we went through the orange state government show bag they were all issued and checked out the propaganda while eating trashy fruit juice icy poles. A little while later she fell asleep on the couch in her fairy dress and woke up all rumpled and ready to give it another go tomorrow.
On one of the days we were there, it was very hot and muggy and plunging into the water was just delicious. Other days, you just had to remember that no matter what, it was bloody cold. So I tended to dive under very quickly and swim about until my body stopped feeling so shocked. Grace I suspect has ice in her veins.
At first Grace needed a little convincing to visit the caves. And I needed to calm myself. Caves freak me a bit but it was OK, very accessible with hand rails and lights and steps and a guide. Even so I wasn't keen to visit a second cave. Something about the clammy, cold air. And a kind of panic that remained with me for about an hour afterwards. I think it's fair to say, I'm just not a cave person. Grace on the other hand pestered her Dad to take her to other one. They had a great time while I has some peace and quiet, read the paper and had one of my two solo showers of the trip.
Mandatory picture of cave decorations above. They remind me of the kind of art one of my stoner housemates in a previous life used to like. Give me the pool any day.
Oh, oh look at the time! We have school tomorrow!