I'm swimming again. Life is good. The water is easy and I get used to immersion after a few swims. Even cool days don't feel cold like they used to. Sign of the times. Back home, curtains go up in Kahu's room at last. He's spent a year wearing blinkers after late nights at the bar, now darkness comes with the William Morris Brer Rabbits keep him shaded. The fabric is a better match than I anticipated with the background a dark cream/light beige colour which tones with the walls. And its a heavy fabric with a weighty pull. I'm happy. The curtain hanger is cheerful and puts a rod on the living room drapes so we can pull them without fingers.
Friday night is a Lyttleton PPTA dinner with the gang. It's so nice to get together without the preamble of a long boring meeting where trivia stretches to infinity. I switch off early in meetings, especially committee meetings. On Saturday Kahu gets up groggy. He's been to a party and can't remember how he got home. He woke me up to come in my door but doesn't remember that. He has grazes down his arms but has no idea they're on his back too. He barely makes it out the door....reminds me of day shifts after extended nights when I was his age working summers in Queenstown. But I never forgot what happened.
On Monday Gary comes round to fix up the toilet seat. At last. It's been sitting on the floor since he broke the fastenings in February, then Sharyn came and it stayed on the floor so she could put her disabled seat on. I'm dying to get it tidied up and breathe a sigh of relief. Gary also lowers the vanity unit in the ensuite. It's too high and I feel like I'm scooping water to wash my face. We take time to get the right height and to get it level. But finally. I've got time off school, supposed to be an hour but it turns out to be the whole morning. I'm swopping and don't get much of a telling off. At this point, getting the bathrooms right is more of a priority than work. I don't say that though.
I go to Ambrose Heal to find out about mirror fixings- ...shows me what to get. And I buy a hallway runner. When I get it home I'm disappointed to find how dusty it smells. I realise I've given myself another job to wash it and message the seller to ask for money back. He's sold me something I have to fix up. A reminder to verify what you buy.
On Sunday I go looking for Christmas trees, They're in short supply but I find one as I'm cruising down Marshlands Road. I know I can fit a tall tree and it's a 30 second buy. At home I see it has virtually no stump at the bottom and keeping upright is going to be tricky. Sigh.
James comes for dinner on Tuesday night and helps to put the tree up after Kahu and I have had a huge row when he won't help me do it on Monday. Piece of cake with James, he's helpful with no arguments. What a difference ten years makes. And we put some decorations on. It's starting to feel a lot like Christmas.
Wednesday and Thursday are school days with lessons stretching to infinity and beyond. We're all over it and we have a week and a half left. I go to see the principal to talk about it. No-one's happy but he says he has followed the rules. Lucky us.
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