Last week was a l-o-o-o-ng week.
There was all that marking (I just managed to get things finalised before my deadline … give or take a bit), there were meetings and classes and emails and other work-related things (the usual litany, but it just felt denser this week), there was Scouts* on Thursday night (with first aid and hike planning), I got roped into helping at a Scout Leader training course this weekend (with not much notice, just to add to the chaos), I was doing work in between sessions at the training course (as I am preparing some professional development sessions for the coming week), I ran a campfire on Saturday night (I enjoyed this bit amongst all the franticness of everything else, as there was plenty of singing and skits and general silliness), I was up early this morning (to find a kookaburra on the veranda of our cabin), I raced back to Melbourne to pick up my** Garrulous German Grandmothers whom I take to Church (detouring on the way back to check out a couple of locations for a cache), and I played various keyboardy instruments at Church in the main meeting and in Primary (“Primary” is for the kids under 12 and today I was trying to lead the singing as well (normally I conduct and teach the music and someone else plays the piano, but today the regular pianist was away so I was doing both)).
It was nice to come home this afternoon and put on my comfortable ugg boots and sloth around for a bit.
* “Scouts” in the sense of “the kids who are Scouts” is plural, I know, but here I mean “Scouts” as an activity (or even an organisation), which I am sure is singular … and if it isn’t really then it should be.
** They are grandmothers (well, at least one of them is, and if the other one isn’t she’s old enough to be), and mine in the sense that I pick them up and notice their garrulousness and their Germanness, but not in the sense of actually being related to me.
Huzzah for ugg boots, and for garrulous grannies!
Busy busy!
I am amused by the grandmother footnote.