Well, it’s Friday of the week that Anna started school.
This was the week that I had promised myself that I would start a routine that
would guarantee no time would be wasted and no opportunities lost. On
reflection, I’d give myself around a C, maybe a C+ and make comments on my lack
of effort and not living up to my full potential. It’s just so easy to while
away the time - emailing, Skyping, Facebooking, meeting John for coffee or
lunch, shopping, tweeting and looking in the fridge for the elusive delicious snack
that might have materialised since the last time I looked 30 minutes
previously.
One benefit of this free time is that I have the luxury
of actually contacting people (I even emailed my brother – Hi Bill!) and have
been generously rewarded by having people email me back with updates on their
lives that are longer than a tweet or a FB post. What a lucky person I am to
have such interesting and loving friends and family.
I am remiss to have not taken a photo of Anna on her
first day at school. This is due to poor parenting. I confess to not even
remember what her first word was (though I’m sure it was something cute). She
has been very brave and even survived her first French lesson, where the
teacher thought it would be a good idea to get everyone in the class to ask her
(in French) something about herself to which she was to reply (in French). As
if the poor girl wasn’t under enough pressure! As one of her teachers said,
everyone in the classroom has a story and it does appear that her friends do have
interesting backgrounds, one having been to twelve different schools.
For those of you that have expressed concern about the
current status of John’s existence, he is still here. He was in the Marshall
Islands last week, which appears to be quite close on a map, but isn’t. We do get
to see quite a bit of him, which is one of the benefits of living on campus
only a four minute walk from his office. When we lived in the UK, he travelled
so much that 1) people thought that David Thomas was my husband and the
children’s father and 2) some of Anna’s friends doubted his existence. It is
really lovely to be able to spend time together now and even more a relief to
find that we still like each other.
Hanging out on the patio after dinner. Anna plays her ukulele that is standing in for a piano until our shipment arrives.
Anna’s first week at school was perfectly scheduled so
that Fiji Day (10th Oct) fell right in the middle. She declined the
invitation to join some of John’s work colleagues for a Fiji Day celebration on
campus as she’d used up all of her social mojo. John and I walked down to the
lower campus, which is right on the coast and enjoyed lunch which included food
cooked on a Samoan lovo (which is basically food cooked in foil or banana
leaves between hot rocks).
The lovo being delivered in woven bags. John sitting at the drinks table. As usual.
Mela was there and she made the most delicious salad
that included thick slivers of fresh coconut toasted until dark brown which
soaked up the balsamic dressing beautifully. Yum. I have a coconut in the
kitchen so she can show me how to butcher it next week. John played touch rugby
(barefoot). For those of you that are unfamiliar with rugby, it is THE sport of
the Pacific Islands. He acquitted
himself admirably, being able to walk off the pitch at the end of the game
without limping.
John, Me, Mela and Beth, John's colleague (who also introduced us to Mela)
John playing rugby with some of the guys from the university.
That night we had a visitor – a 3” cockroach that ran
across the headboard when I was getting into bed. Instead of killing it on the
spot, I uselessly shrieked and ran out of the room, losing track of where it
went. Fortunately we were able to track it down and John manfully squashed it
with his flip flop. I am mentally preparing myself for my next encounter where
I will kill it instantly, without flinching, using a graceful martial arts
move.
I notice John favours the 'just below the knee' length of shorts while his playing chums sport the 'just above knee' look ... is this something to do with his status? Is he the boss or a boss? Does he have any time off at all?
ReplyDeleteHi Paul: The cultural dress code definitely does not apply to the university campus. He works a lot, but is only a four minute walk away so we do see quite a bit of him.
ReplyDeleteHe is a boss (at work anyway!)
Best wishes to that gorgeous wife of yours, M