the parenting bunny

Slow progress

Posted on September 6, 2023September 6, 2023

The infernal painting mission continues. Ugh.

It’s taking up all my time and the progress is very slow. Such a frustrating task.

The results (such as they are so far – I’m only about halfway done) do look good, but my worry is that I’ll be so sick of the sight of the room by the time it’s finished, that I won’t actually enjoy being in there.
It certainly feels that way at the moment.

I just, obviously. I’m sure once we are finally finished – whenever that might be – all will be well, and it’ll quite possibly my favourite room in the house. Right now, that honour goes to the one with the bed in it.

Knackered.

No let up this weekend either: dodgeball, riding, catering, shopping for trips away: an overnight West Coast trip (not me), a week-long school tour to the Garden Route (not me), and that trip to Robben Island (me). And probably some more bloody painting (definitely me).

Busy times.

Happy Birthday!

Posted on July 15, 2023June 26, 2023

Time flies, hey? Remember this post?
Of course you do.

That rusk-loving chick turns a whole 15 years old today. And she is our younger child.
Scary, scary numbers.

Ironically, at the time of writing, and despite us being on a family holiday together, I’m not sure if or when I’m actually going to see her today, duty (potentially) calling some way up North. Oops.
So Happy Birthday, Scoop. Party hard. And I look forward to celebrating with you… er… at some point.

Notes: That post was from March 2009. Yes, she did get some hair soon afterwards. Yes, I did get a camera that was able to focus better soon afterwards. Yes, she still likes rusks. I mean, which South African doesn’t?!?

A good day

Posted on June 18, 2023

It’s been a good day.

A lie in, some lovely gifts, a nice blustery walk at a local wine farm as the clouds scudded across the sky.

And then a few jobs at home, before lighting up the fire and switching on the football.

It’s been a good day.

Old woman

Posted on May 26, 2023May 27, 2023

Another cold day, meaning that the beagle was dressed in her bandana and hid in her basket for most of the day.

I feel that if one of our kids was dressed like this, we’d be saving this image for their 21st birthday party.

But with dog years being what they are, Colin is already well past that potential ordeal.

Lucky for her.

Nicely broken

Posted on March 7, 2023

After my run yesterday, there is mixed news. Yes, I’m quite sore, as my joints and muscles get back into being pushed a bit more than the weights and static bike in the gym have offered, but it’s a good sore.

I’m nicely broken.

And – in even more positive news – my crappy ankle is no sorer than any other bit of me.

Given that it has previously tended to flare up at the first sign of any impact work at all, this is a good thing. I’ll give it a few days off (the impact stuff, at least) and then we’ll give it another go and see what progress can be made. Baby steps (that’s not an idea for an exercise routine.)

In the meantime, there’s a piano lesson (not me), a photography extramural (not me), some dodgeball training (not me) and watching Sheffield United away at Reading during a bout of loadshedding (me), to get through.