Monday, 13 August 2007
Mondays are always a little fraught. That familiar draggy feeling hits about 7.00pm Sunday when I realise that the weekend is coming to an end, and it's back to work again in the morning.
This morning started out frosty. Using a jug of hot water, ABM de-frosted the back window of my car (which is not the car in the photo below!) I arrived at work having had no breakfast, so made a cup of tea and munched on a muesli bar. It took until about 9.00 (an hour after arriving) for me to start feeling halfway normal and in the mood to be social.
(On my walk yesterday afternoon, a line of vintage cars unexpectedly rolled past me. I managed to take a photo of a few of them as they rounded the Shore Street corner.)
Today I got deliberately whacked on the shin by a four year old's clod-hopper boots, and later was scratched on the face by the same charming child. At those moments I just want to say,
"Stick your job." And walk out. But I don't. There are enough other sweeties who make it worth while. However, I am so over pre-schoolers. I believe I've got to the stage that the only ones I want to have anything to do with are my own future grandchildren. I am on the lookout for other work. Working with books in a library would be my first choice.
Speaking of new jobs, C is starting his at the end of the week. His boots will be picked up from the wood-pile and put to good use on the muddy bush tracks of South Westland. We will miss his lanky frame and good-natured presence. I managed to finish the jersey I was knitting him. It fits perfectly. I imagine it will be a well-worn jersey, ideal for the kind of outdoor work he's going to be doing. A Kiwi Brown, it's just the right colour for camoflague in the bush.
I am about to brave the cold depths of my Writing Room. I have had the heater there switched on for an hour now, so here's hoping it is warm enough.
It's a cold night tonight. There is a feeling of snow in the air and Spring has retracted back into its shell.