I'm procrastinating. I need to write a post about the streams in MEP maths. I need to finish a nature study post about the bat colony we visited. I need to write about AO7 science. I need to talk about my AO7 Aussie substitutions. I want to tell you what we're reading before I forget. The last one seems fun, but it's sort of self indulgent. It helps no one but me.
And so I write nothing at all.
We're going to the ballet on Saturday night. It's the first performance of the season, and we have front row seats. Front row centre. I think that's gonna be sorta cool. We'll see the blisters on the dancers' feet from there. Manon, we're going to see.
Next week is the last week of AO7 Term 1. How can that be? It's been a good one. Not nearly as scary as I expected, although I do admit it is much more work. Jemimah is taking it all in her stride, but she spends a lot more time reading in her room, and I miss her. It sure is quiet in here sometimes. I find excuses to go in and disturb her. I'm looking forward to her undivided attention over the holidays. I love my girl's company.
(Isn't she gorgeous?)
Autumn has arrived. In reality, as well as on the calendar. Cool nights; beautiful sunny days. I think it is my favourite season, but I say that every season don't I? The roses are blooming, and soon the liquidambar outside my bedroom window will begin to colour. That brings me so much joy.
In other news, my brand spanking new coffee machine has died. It is a lemon. My darling husband has been going to work early and bringing me back a thermos of freshly brewed coffee every morning this week. I am so blessed. The coffee machine goes to the coffee doctor this weekend. I wonder what he will say.
Okay, enough procrastinating. Enough about me. What are you reading? Perhaps we can talk about that. Let's talk about you!