I am in union mode and run an interesting meeting on what to do about the attack on teacher autonomy, especially over our professional development, by the Teaching Council. None of us understand the power dynamic in our professional lives. There's us, the Teaching Council, the Ministry of Education and the government. Education becomes a political football all too often. During time for drafting submissions various of us google these organisations but we're still in the dark at meeting's end. I think that's because things keep changing... behind closed doors. My theory anyway. You never know who is talking to whom, nor what deals they will come up with. Until they issue the next edict, policy change or, in this case, the bill.
Back at the house, the solar panels and hot water system are installed on the roof while the scaffolding is up, the windows and doors go in, and the boys knock up batons and do other house building things. I drop in on Pete at Ambrose Heal cos it's time I sorted out the ensuite vanity. He has carefully stored rimu planks from the old house and talks me into having him make the kitchen island. Like I had intended originally. Nicki's view is that it should all be done by the same joiner. We will have to have a discussion as I can see Pete's view too and my original vision.
There's a nor wester blowing and I go for a swim at North Beach. At volleyball for the first time in three weeks. I collide with a team mate and give him a bleeding finger. I come home with a bruised knuckle. Meanwhile Chris is watching over his father in palliative care.
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| The laundry door |
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| Back garden |
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| Pete at work with wood |
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| Rimu |
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