Reluctant marchers

I took the kids on the climate march yesterday.  They were not that keen.

Manaaki said in highly cynical tones, "I don't want to listen to some dumb speech about how to save the world".

I still felt some stirrings of emotion as the small crowd rounded the corners of the square with some lacklustre chants of "Solutions not pollution!" and "Solar power to the people!".

We missed the speeches as I had to make good on my bribe of frozen yoghurt at the mall.

In other news, M did not get the job we were hoping for in the US.  We have revised our plans.  Coming into Summer here it is so beautiful in the backyard.  We would be paying twice what we pay here if we lived in Ventura and we would be in a tiny appartment.  Not to mention the stress and expense of moving and renting out our house and setting up in a new place.

So the new plan is that I will earn some money next year and we will save up and have an extended holiday in California.  Now let the money making commence!

Baby steps

We have the plague at our house.  Both the kids have tummy bugs and while neither M or I have it yet, we both feel under the weather.

I had such high hopes of getting the house clean, getting cracking on the garden and finishing up my book work for my raranga (weaving) course.  Instead the last five days have been a fog of sick buckets and dirty nappies and hospital emergency rooms.  The most I can hope to accomplish is running the dishwasher after dinner.

I cling to the belief that one day I will feel energy when I wake up in the morning.  That I will get the house in some sense of order.  That I will have a moment to catch up with friends.

In the meantime I am snacking on the little things.  Rangimarie's proud smile as she takes tentative, unsteady steps.  Manaaki's determination to master a new strum on the ukulele.