Well, technically what I’ve been suffering from during the past couple of months may not qualify as writer’s block – but it sure has made it hard for me to write sensible, much less readable posts. Those of you who have been visiting me during the past years, will know that I usually become almost mute when there’s trouble at work – and nothing has changed as far as that is concerned.
10 weeks into the semester, we finally seem to have a functioning timetable. I won’t go into the sordid details – suffice to say that this has been an enormous strain on staff as well as students, not in the least for students with special needs. This year I’m working with SG, as well as three students with dyslexia I also work with a delightful guy with Autism (let’s call him Rain Man)and a few others with various challenges. I can’t even count the number of times I’ve had to try and explain to one or all of them WHY there’s been so many changes – why lessons have been moved around and why… and why…
Two days before a week off I feel slightly hopeful that we may all survive. SG is doing fine and becoming more independent every day, Rain Man will talk to me whitout averting his head, two students who hated reading books a year ago now ask to go to the library to borrow a new book…
Me? Oh but I’m good and ready for 10 days off!
You may think it was bitterly cold on Sunday…
In fact, the temperature was just below zero Celcius.
At the beginning of this school year, I moved my job desk from the main office to one next-door to where I spend most of my time. Previously, I looked into a wall behind my computer…
Now I can watch the sunrise while I check my mail, prepare for classes and…
One lousy little leaf left!
Stopped to take som pictures of an old, abandonded house today.
Yes folks, that’s snow.
During recent months I’ve felt a decided lack of inspiration to shoot pictures.
A few days of R&R is what I need!
Not too long ago, I read the story behind “kicking the bucket” – “saved by the bell” and a number of others. Thought about that first one as well as “bucket list” when I cam across this in a cottage-area outside town.
This bucket has undoubtedly been kicked around, although not in the proverbial sense – which by the way is debated at some length here.
During the traditional market weekend, we had a new attraction this year:
Viktor LOVES food, so he was given hay between the short rides he gave some enthusiastic children. His tiny friend – a pony called Tinnie – was almost covered with hay when Viktor became a bit frisky while eating…
I will be posting more pictures from this event later on – for now:
Oh – and then there’s the one that got away!
This little girl kept her grandmother on her toes thorugh almost the entire evening.