It’s Pi Day, (because it’s the 14th March, or 14/3, or 3.14 in the American notation). This is clearly not the South African way of doing things. However, on this occasion, I’m willing to overlook this US-based nonsense in the name of education. The school has based an entire Maths Week around today – “It’s all about Maths and Fun” (so clearly not big on Venn diagrams, then) – and it’s been an excellent learning experience for all the kids.
I was asked to help out today with ‘togging one of the events: namely a Pi on the field, made up of all the classes in the keystage, and I was only too happy to help. Here’s one of the lower altitude photos I took:
Obviously, I used the drone: my tripod wouldn’t extend to the required height for even this relatively low level shot.
The students were very patient (although the process really didn’t take very long, thanks to some fantastic organisation), but this is one of those things that won’t mean anything to them until they see the photos, which is why I hurried through the editing as soon as I got home and got them back to the teachers in time for them to see what they were part of today.
Tomorrow: Maths Week Dress Up Day!
Also tomorrow for those wondering: March’s 6000 miles… crossword.
Got a kid? Got a screen?
Then you’ll likely know just how hard it is to separate the two of them.
Whether it’s TV, phone or iPad, it’s the curse of the modern era.
Or is it?
Because I came across this very amusing article in the New Yorker by Rachel Klein, entitled:
Limiting Your Child’s Fire Time: A Guide for Concerned Paleolithic Parents
which suggested that this isn’t a new problem at all:
You don’t want to be the bad guy, but you also want to make sure that your child engages in other activities, like mammoth hunting and the gathering of rocks and bones with which to make tools. So, how do you set appropriate boundaries for your child on fire usage without jeopardizing the family unit so crucial to the survival of the species?
I don’t want to give too much away here, because there are some lovely little gems in what is clearly solid, age-old parenting advice, so I’d rather just advise that you take advantage of your n free articles each month and head over there for the 5 minute read.
Another Wednesday evening, another night of strong coffee and no aircon at the local trampoline park.
The juniors in the Academy team have hit the big time: playing against some of the best dodgeball teams in the province. Some of the only dodgeball teams in the province you might say.
I’m happy to sit and watch, supporting my boy. Spotify is doing the business of canceling out the usual doof doof, and I’m chilled after a long day of DIY, various errands and blood donation.
And I’ll be home just in time for
bed the football.
Could be worse.
A quick change of plans for the day this morning as the guy who was coming to help us out in the garden today tacitly announced that he had decided to get drunk last night rather than help us out in the garden today.
I think we’ve all had that “drink now or work tomorrow?” decision to make at some stage in our lives, and I’m quite sure that most readers here have – even if they’re only willing to quietly admit it to themselves – come down on either side at least once. I know I have. Sometimes I have tried to come down on both sides, but that’s not pleasant for anybody the following day.
It did leave us with a fair amount more work to do in the garden though, although ironically, we also have a bit more beer money for tonight. What goes around and all that…*
Anyway, the garden is looking better after a quick makeover and haircut and the neighbourhood What is Up? group has been pinged for suitable replacement garden assistance for the future (this wasn’t the first time our guy chose to fall on that side of the fence).
It’s been a wonderful few weeks over the festive season and holiday, but Real Life™ begins again tomorrow with a return to work, school, gym and all the hustle and bustle of term 1. I have high hopes that the kids will fly this year – 2018 ended on such a high for them.
I guess it all comes down to making the right decisions.
* hence me tagging this with the BLF category.
Finally. The series of three nights of crippling insomnia has been broken. Last night, exhausted, I went to bed, closed my eyes and it actually worked. My body did what it was supposed to and this morning, I feel almost human once again.
Today’s plans have gone badly wrong, however. We were supposed to be going to a braai in Fishhoek, but then Mrs 6000 ended up being thoroughly nebulized twice at the local ER. Three years supply of steroids, plus several (or more) antibiotics and she’s back home with us. A good night’s sleep (I’ll teach her how with my new found skills) and hopefully tomorrow will be a new dawn, in all the different ways. In the meantime, the younger child seems to have developed a bit of a sore throat and a sniffle and has thus been quarantined.
I plan to ward off any potential infection mainly using brandy. I’ve checked out my old microbiology books and apparently alcohol is good at killing all sorts of bugs, so I’m planning to go full on and drink as much as possible. I’m not sure if football has any antimicrobial effects, but I’m going to try a good dose of that this afternoon as well.