Tuesday, 12 September 2017
The Above the River ethos
I seem to be short of photos at the moment. There are none from the weekend and there are none from this week so far. Maybe because I haven't been anywhere very exciting. Life can be a bit like that sometimes can't it. It would have been fun taking skateboarding photos at the skatefest at the weekend, but we didn't go - puppy, rain, no car, six hours of standing in said rain with said puppy etc. In the end the sun shone, but it was too late and we missed it. And now of course it's dark. Once the sun comes up tomorrow I'll take a photo of a mug or something just to have a recent picture. It doesn't feel quite right otherwise. The above picture is of Bristol Central Library, the bit where you can sit quietly and work. I used to go there when I was doing my law degree. Now I'd go there and write if I had a chance. There's something energising about being somewhere like that. The quiet swirl of thoughts and curiosity. Everyone beavering away at bettering themselves or creating or planning. Surrounded by all that knowledge and information. It's all there.
I was going to do a Day in the Life post but I failed to take photos. It was a bit of a failure of a day in some ways anyway. Zero work accomplished, but I do have a clean and tidy house, almost nothing in the laundry pile, food in the fridge and I finally got an electrician to come and sort out a phone thing and a dodgy socket. I told him, It fizzes and cuts out a bit and one of the prongs gets really hot, but I find if I kick it hard the power comes through again. He looked alarmed at the recklessness of it all. Later on I had a conversation with the littlest boy on the way home from school. A boy was threatening to jump off a high wall. Girls were screaming and worried he would break a leg.
Littlest boy: Girls are like that. They're so sensible, they don't like anything wild and crazy.
Me: I wasn't, I liked wild and crazy.
Littlest boy: I'm like you then. But you're not wild and crazy now.
Me: (with a touch of melancholy): No, I'm all grown up now.
I guess it's his turn to do the crazy stuff now. And I can be a girl and worry about it all.
I picked up a Home School Agreement for him to sign yesterday. It's basically a page setting out what the school expects from him and me and what they will provide in return.
Me: Can you sign this baby, it's just the Home School Agreement?
Littlest boy: Can I read it first?
[This is the child of lawyers indeed.]
[Pause while he reads it carefully.]
Littlest boy: What does ethos mean?
Me: Um, oh, you know, what the school would like to do that is, um, good, and, um, that sort of thing...
Littlest boy: Do I have to sign it?
[Awkward squad - that's from me I fear.]
Me: Well, they'd like you to, it's your education agreement with them.
Littlest boy: What if I don't agree with it, it's like they're forcing me practically.
Practically is one of his favourite words. Probably gets that from me as well. The form disappeared. I'm assuming he signed it, but maybe he's returning it for further negotiation. Perhaps he has an issue with their ethos, particularly after I explained it so beautifully.
So that's all from around here. No pictures, no adventures and a damp squib of a day. The Above The River ethos if you like. I have a load of writing to do so I have very high hopes for the rest of the week but of course there will still be no pictures and precious few tales of derring-do. I am making a note to have an exciting weekend.