September has now firsted in most parts of the world. If you live in USA, then it will befall it will be fall. If you help in the roof of UK and similar, then it is autumn-attic-ally autumn. Here, at the bottom bit of Africa, a loud ‘boin-n-n-g!’ is heard as we herald in spring.
What happened in my world on this resilient day? Well, I did think my sight was failing a bit for a while, but Granddaughter R later assured me that it had been a partial eclipse of the sun. I started the day dashing off to Granddaughter J’s school where they were having their traditional Spring Walk after the Hat Parade — see the hats of J’s class displayed here:
My task during the walk was, as in previous years, to discourage the pupils from committing suicide down a short flight of steps that appears unavoidably on each lap. It was hard work at times. Some of the little dears really did seem determined to do themselves in. I was tempted to let one who had kicked me in the shin get on with it, but nobler instincts prevailed.
I then carted J home early and had her and the kittens ‘helping’ me as I tried to trace some missing packets of screws and some pockets of cement. It sounds hard to lose a lot of cement? Believe me, around here, between house, cottage, shed, garage, carport, apartment, and hut, it is only too easy. Anyway, by the time I found them there was just time to munch lunch and then dash off to a school on the Berea which was hosting some inter-school hockey matches. They had eight going at a time.
J played in three matches. She did well in the first, lost concentration a bit in the second, and in the final one, when she rather foolishly volunteered to play goalie, proved conclusively that such is not her ideal position.
Back home I had time to patch the brickwork in front of the garage where some workman carved a chunk out with a swinging end of a ladder. Then I put some screws in a frame around a tree, which I have added to the deck with a tree growing through it — or, rather, the deck that was built around a tree. Then it was time for J to go to her swimming lesson. Her mother came home just in time to be included in the trip, for once. J had to summon up a bit more energy to do some swimming with tethered ankles as an exercise. At the end she succeeded in doing ten hoops underwater in one breath, and that included a u-turn to go back through the five.
Then just before supper R managed to pull the front of a drawer in a built-in unit in the kids’ bedroom completely free of the frame, so after supper I had the pleasure of removing and fixing it.
At least I don’t have time to feel sorry for myself while trying to get over the latest revival of that ongoing show, ‘Cold in the Head’.