Kids refuse to go outside to play.
Adults threaten them with Star Trek if they won’t go outside. Kids accept Star Trek alternative and sit and wait for TV.
Adults then begin an in depth discussion of which series is the best place to start them, because TOS requires a historical context, and Next Gen has too many annoying characters, and Voyager is starting too late in the canon. And the movies are so wildly variable, you need a context to be able to make it through.
Kids go outside and play…
And just in case anyone is worried, this relates to a period of intense stress in the past, and other situations that have been ongoing. Mark ordered this ages ago, and my continuing avoidance of stabbing is worth celebrating.
Am hoping the toys I put in my Mighty Ape shopping cart are delivered tonight.
I just turned 46. It’s not so bad. I’m full of gratitude for the life I am able to live right now. Still terribly fond of Mark, so blessed to be mama to the best kid in the world, and doing fulfilling work, both in my volunteer role, and in in actual paid employment.
Yesterday, I taught a knitting class and had great feedback.
This morning, I finally taught Inigo how to knit (he learned to spin at the end of last month).
And this afternoon I published my first ever pattern on Ravelry – it’s nothing complicated, but great fun, and a good beginning project for a learner.
Next weekend we have Woolfest – the third annual pop up fibre market in Auckland, and the second one since I tok over as area delegate. Festival went off with nary a hitch, and for the first time eve, Inigo seems to not only be enjoying school, he has great friends, and he seems to be heading for some positive academic results for the first time.
I hope all is well with you too.
Over the holidays I was discussing with family and friends what makes a good celebrant. When I was married in 2004, our celebrant was very “hands off”, and I practically had to beg him to do a rehearsal with us. At the time, I felt like I needed a little more guidance and hand holding than he gave us. Don’t get me wrong, he was very professional, and performed the ceremony beautifully. But I was left feeling a little lost through the process.
What I needed, was a celebrant that was willing to patiently walk us through all the documentation, and help us to make choices about our ceremony. As it was, we wrote our entire ceremony ourselves! Back then, we didn’t have the moitum in the ceremony, and our vows were said in rhyming couplets in the style of Dr Seuss. It worked, we are still happily married, and though it felt a bit rough and ready at the time, it worked.
I mentioned my feelings about the celebrant, and my brother in law said that he thought that style of celebrant was brilliant! “You don’t need all that hand holding, just do the paperwork and say your words” seem to sum up how he felt.
What is important to you in a celebrant? Below are some attributes you might like to consider before you pick up the phone.
– personal style and flair
– level of service (how many weddings per weekend?)
– connection (do you feel comfortable with them)
– availability for rehearsals etc
– will they work with you to write the prefect ceremony, or do it for you?
If you don’t need extra support, tell your celebrant. And if you do, make sure you choose a celebrant that will take the time to make sure that your wedding goes smoothly, right down to every detail.
Adam and Andrea are friends that I have known for years – since before Inigo was born and we used to go to a pub in Newtown for a knitting group.
They bought a house, and renovated. They planned to start a family, and planned a more extensive renovation. But first, a wedding.
Very soon afterwards, they found out they were expecting. Twins!
Yesterday, we had a visit from them, Owen and Olivia are now two and a half, clever, chatty and adorable.
A simple reminder of the wonderful work I am lucky enough to do.
– from my iPhone