Three Ring Circus

I know alot about Bengal Tigers now. Go on, ask me about them. Lily had an assignment, where she had to pick an animal and research it. Tomorrow she will present the information to the class and be graded. I hope I get an A. Seriously. Lily might be doing the talking but I did all the hard yards for that report. If she gets an A. I’m claiming it as mine!

Did you know that the Bengal Tiger became a protected species in 1972 (the year I was born - not the year of the tiger, the year of the rat, oddly enough) and did you know that there are only 4000 wild tigers left in the world? I bet Lily doesn’t know those facts but she will…tomorrow.

Actually, researching brought back lots of childhood memories of cutting and pasting loads of information from those little fold out things that you used to buy in the newsagents. Onto large bits of cardboard. Presented neatly. To be stuck up on the wall of the classroom, never to be read again. Did the teachers ever really look at those things? None of the work was our own. The most we could claim would be the cutting…oh, and the pasting! I wonder if that is where my love of scrapbooking has originated from. Perhaps the school projects rubbed off in a way that now has me cutting and pasting my way through adulthood.

Today was education day up at Bellbird Public School. Mum, Ivy and Noah and I were entertained by the pupils with lots of different dancing, singing and skits. It was good fun. Noah didn’t think so, in the end. he wanted to "GO"! Ivy just wanted to eat her way from lap to lap. The poor kid has another middle ear infection but is holding her own. My mind was on Kelly, who still hasn’t had her baby. She has been admitted to hospital and we are waiting. She has been working so hard towards having a VBAC but it seems as though everything is pointing to caesarean. No final decision has been made though and so I sit waiting. it’s very distracting waiting for a woman to go into labour. It makes you feel kind of edgy, jittery.

On the way to the post office this afternoon (for more fluffy mail, I suspect) my brand new bus (who still remains nameless, despite many suggestions) decided to conk out. Yep, you heard it right. It died. I couldn’t get it going. we were on our way up a hill in the boonies, on a 100km road in a black spot, so we had no phone coverage. It had nightmarish qualities, not unlike a few weeks ago, with my OLD bus! UGH! This is just not meant to happen. The thing that surprised me was that NOBODY stopped! No one, not a soul. Not for fifteen whole minutes. Finally a kind woman stopped and helped me to slowly reverse it down the hill and onto a shoulder (off the dangerous road). He name was Kate. I can’t thank her enough. I walked up the hill until I got some reception and called David, who called the people who sold us the car all the names that a mild mannered man could muster. Eventually the car started and we limped home. Lucky. Very lucky. I don’t think the salesmen at Toyota will be as lucky when David is finished with them.

That’s all for tonight. I need to eat and try to sleep before tomorrow, just in case Kelly needs me.