Although only nine weeks on paper, the amount of activities, outings, and deviations from the norm had this term stretching way,way beyond that in real life.
Where usually we paddle our little waka down the bubbling brook of the school term to be gently tumbled out onto the idyllic beach of a fortnight off, this term has left us dumped, wild haired and blinking, half way up a rain lashed stony beach, surrounded by the splintered remnants of the good ship Homestead. Ending the term with a short week is the ultimate sting in the tail and we managed to up the ante even more by scheduling a couple of high stakes, all hands on deck meetings into it as well. By home time on Thursday all we were up to was fish and chips in front of the TV and early to bed. Still, that’s over now. We can breathe again and it’s nothing that a couple of good lie ins and a happy stretch of no time commitments can’t fix.
Yay! It’s the holidays.
Not that they started in the most auspicious manner with The Bean Counter falling foul of a dastardly 24 hour stomach bug (luckily for him it departed prior to Easter Bunny’s arrival), every chore finishing at the brick wall of Unable-to-Complete, The Goat Herd and Farm Girl’s attempt at Easter egg manufacture ending in messy, teary disaster, and learning our lovely friends at the dairy across the road had been subjected to a mindless, horrific and terrifying robbery while we grumbled and grumped through what we deemed “a bad day”. For a while there, it felt like the world was a pretty awful place. Even the promised blood moon chose to hide behind the clouds.
But today the sun came up, chores fell into place, Easter Bunny hopped by and, across the road,it was back to business as usual for Christina and family.
The wily old Easter Bunny had set a batch of head scratching clues which Farm Girl decoded with the assistance of The Milk Maid, The Farmer and (for some unknown reason) a reprieved rooster.
The clues led to a stockpile of goodies of which the deconstructed Easter eggs of yesterday paired perfectly with the All Black themed (again, no idea why) store bought rabbit offerings to provide a cal-horrific but traditional Easter Sunday breakfast.
Which fuelled the last little, stubborn, horrid patch of sanding of the North Wall (which had to be taken back to bare wood due to the inferior paint and sloppy preparation by previous occupants…grr)…
and a first coat of the new look.
So after a mediocre kick off, the holidays are looking pretty rosy. I’m now off outside to join the happy throng slapping on the second coating of paint to the Homestead’s North Wall and then I’m proposing we trot across the road to offer the dairy folk our condolences…and a round of ice creams as well.