English Poetry By Thai Students

When setting up my curriculum (yes, I had to set up my own curriculum), I’d penciled in a poetry unit early in the semester. What with the plethora of canceled and shortened classes, we were warned that we needed to make some elements of our curricula dispensable, and originally it looked like poetry would be the thing to go.

However, David mentioned he was doing poetry, in many cases with students much younger than the kids with whom I’d be doing it, and it seemed to be going well. I was inspired, and decided my space/constellation/zodiac unit would get the axe instead. (Don’t you raise your eyebrows at me. I did it ever-so-briefly with a class in China and it went really well.)

I ended up having not nearly enough time. The end of the year just crept up on me, I guess. I had all kinds of ideas… a class on haikus for practice with syllables, tons of rhyme brainstorming warmer sessions, simple rhyme gap-fill exercises. I was going to wrangle these kids into proper poetry-writing shape if it was the last thing I did. Instead, I only ended up having 3-4 classes total in which to teach it. I braced myself for the worst, but I really can’t believe some of the things I’ve been handed. The collection I’m presenting today is some of my favorite 4-line poems they had to submit for homework after only two periods. Well impressed I was, and I think you will be too! The grammar isn’t always spot-on, and you’ll notice these little adolescents seem to be quite lovestruck (though there are some sweet ones about their family, some about pets, and even a nice one about a sandwich there at the end that I mentioned to Emilie could easily have been written by Liz Lemon). But there’s some solid work here, often with some cute artwork to accompany. So without further ado:

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In light of my “giant copy machine” post I thought I should answer the question I know you’re all asking: Did the kids all wise up and use the best of their own abilities to compose this literary masterpieces? Well, as far as the ones above, I believe so. But of course there were the few poems rocking words such as “doth” “thee” and “Minerva” which served as dead give-aways of Internet usage. On most of these I stoically write, “I asked you to write a poem, not find one on the Internet. 0/5,” but I had the pleasure of pointing out one boy’s folly face-to-face.

I’d given the students time to work on the eight-line poem they’ll have to make a poster of for their final in class, and encouraged them to come to me for assistance or just to check their work. The boy in question strode right up and proudly tossed his notebook on my desk. There were no antiquated pronouns, but it did seem just a little too good to be a first-attempt by a non-native English speaker, and the giggles from the girls behind him didn’t come to his aid. I quickly typed in the first line to Google and watched the panic swell in his face. When the search kicked back his poem in an anonymous Facebook note he covered his head and issued a mini-scream of defeat. The girls’ giggles increased to full blown laughter and I said, “Let this be an example to you all!!!!” In graded language, of course.

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Night in Nakhon

I’d intended this to be a little addendum to my last post, but that one ended up being a bit overwhelming in length without any addenda, so let me just squeeze this in before pinning up all the cute, creative, and sometimes confusing poems I’m being handed in spades by my students.

Our friend David, whom we met on the bus to Koh Phangan way back when, and who visited us in Thung Song a month ago-or-so, told us the night of September 2 might be a good time to come see him in his home of Nakhon Si Thammarat. His reasoning was that there would be live music (the absence of which in Thung Song we’ve been known to lament) at a local reggae bar, where we were also welcome to sleep in one of the abundant hammocks if we didn’t feel like booking accommodation.

Jack and Grace were also down, but crushed our dreams of hammock-cradled slumber by saying they had a Thai friend in Nakhon who’d be able to find a nice affordable hotel for us. The four of us hopped on the mini-bus at 5:30 on Friday afternoon, and were in our province capital in an hour. Pak, the Thai friend, picked us up, and after a quick check-in at the hotel we scooted off to Lifestyles.

Believe it or not, the presence of Mexican food was one of the biggest things people would mention when outlining reasons to go to Nakhon, and apparently Lifestyles is the place to get it. Perhaps even more unbelievable is the fact that my shrimp fajitas were damn good. David was also there, and before we knew it we had a whole table of farang who were in town for the event. When we finished eating it was off to the Full Moon Bar.

oh, this guy showed up to dinner as well.

yeah, elephants pretty much frequent restaurants all the time around here

David had made it seem like it would be kind of an Open Mic kind of deal and had encouraged me to play, but when we arrived there was a pretty good band going at it and my performance anxiety kicked in a bit. David did take the stage afterwards and did a good job. He was followed briefly by a very flamboyant ladyboy named Fantasy who just did an interesting interpretive dance before she was replaced by a Thai reggae band.

part of the decor, which we found fit to have a photo shoot on

david jammin’ away

hard to see but that dark specter is fantasy

jack, practicing looking american for his upcoming trip

Apparently Nakhon Si Thammarat has a really cool temple that’s worth seeing, but we instead chose to dedicate the next day to it’s famous mall, Robinson Ocean. And more specifically, to the big Tops grocery store in the mall. But we got some rye flour that’s been good to us on two occasions and, at the former South Korea residents’ suggestion, some kimchi, which was good to us on one occasion. Then we came home.

Oh and I guess I might as well throw in a little life news… Ollie’s gotten new housing arrangements. Whereas once he was a prisoner to our downstairs bathroom (and… not a very good one. Or should I say, his jailers were pretty incompetent because on occasion we’d come home to [see left]). Since we were just going for a night we decided to try our luck keeping him outside, with enough food so as not to starve him. We were prepared to come home to all the vegetables destroyed and a giant mess of anything he could make a mess of, but he did really well! And now whenever we come home there he is, waiting at the gate.

Speaking of vegetables… We finally got some! A handful of “mellow yellow” beans that managed to avoid the predation of Trix and other garden scavengers, which we didn’t even eat properly but were covertly blended into a smoothie by Wayne. And, some really lovely lettuce that has served us well so far on mushroom burgers, mock chicken wraps, and in a salad last night. Maybe I’ll start food blogging after all.

Other garden and house updates… more orchids hanging from our courtyard lime tree, another photo blown up for the kitchen wall, and a cute little bonsai that will hopefully last better than the one I had in China.

And of course… the few stock animal shots.

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“We Live Inside a Giant Copy Machine”

-David Key

I suppose this is really an appropriate follow-up post to my last one… One of those, “Which do you want to hear first, the good news or the bad news?” scenarios. Except I didn’t give you an option, and instead thrust the good news upon you first, which I’ve learned from movies is rarely the way people actually ask for it to be given.

I suppose it’s worth mentioning that I’m only afforded this opportunity for a post at this hour on a Monday morning because my Mattayom 5/1 class, whom I only see once a week for a big, long, 100-minute double block (as opposed to two 50-minute blocks at different times in the week like all the other classes), had been replaced by 30 inverted chairs atop desks this morning. In a way this was all too appropriate in that “full circle” kind of way (you may recall on the first day of school the class was also canceled without any forewarning, though that experience was slightly more dramatic than this), because today would have been our last day of regular class. Meaning that next week is finals, which I was actually given the option of doing in the normal schedule with the other teachers as opposed to doing them on my own time, unlike midterms. Except even this has become problematic, because my finals were going to be short, individual presentations by each student, and I was told today I was given one hour block (read: not nearly enough time) for all 130 (give or take) of my Mattayom 4 students and another for all 160 (give or take) of my Mattayom 5s. Oh and I should be prepared for many of my kids to be missing from class this week due to “activities”, which (I suppose one can only construe, after what feels like the thirtieth demonstration) are clearly far more important than the classes themselves.

But I digress. Though it did seem fitting to convey the source of my current frustration with the job, it’s more of an institutional issue than any problems I have with the students, and, delightful as they all are, the little whippersnappers do have their ways of grinding this curmudgeon’s gears. Which is what the real focus is today.

It’s actually not a very extensive list, and most of its items won’t even warrant much attention at all. Like, the fact that they spend 10 minutes drawing margins on the pages of their notebooks. I’m sure in their other classes this helps them achieve a high level of organizational efficiency, but I find it largely unnecessary and I’d even go so far as to call it a complete waste of time.

Item Two doesn’t go for everyone but in my post-Lunch classes there are a handful of (mostly) boys that come sauntering in about 5 minutes late(r than everyone else, who are probably a bit late to begin with) to every class. Unfortunately, given the bizarre, no-time-allotted-for-class-changes nature of the schedules, we’re forced to show a certain level of understanding when it comes to tardiness, but their track record is certainly suspicious. I’ve considered prohibiting them entry a few times, but I have a feeling this would come back to haunt me.

Item Three: Headphones! In what world of absolute insolence do we live that gives these kids the message that it’s cool to sit there and listen to their newfangled gadgets while I’m giving a lesson? Good-natured as I tend to be, I always ask whether they were listening to English music (as though it’s some kind of after thought, and as though I’d allow them to continue rocking out if this were the case). The answer, without fail, has been “No”. Which leads me to believe that even though Justin Bieber, Lady Gaga, and (judging from commonplace T-shirts and graffiti) Slipknot have made good names for themselves on this portion of the globe, the English-speaking market is severely behind that of the Koreans. (See Super Junior, Rainbow, and Girl’s Generation; but don’t be fooled by their English names, song titles, and frequently nonsensical refrains.)

This brings us to the Fourth Item (that comes readily to mind) on the list of Things Students Do That Grind This Curmudgeon’s Gears. And this, most undeniably gear-grinding item, is copying. Lord have mercy. I’ve told them, over and over. I’ve asked, “Do you think I’m stupid?” (And have had my “angry” cover blown when the odd student, either sincerely or because he or she wasn’t paying attention, nods assertively and says, “Yes,” to the horror of the rest of the class, causing me to crack a smile.) I’ve shown them just how obvious it is that people are copying when 12 students in the class have answered a homework answer with, “I perfer stay at Elite Hotel because it lovely and beautiful hotel,”  after displaying identical grammatical errors throughout the rest of the assignment as well. It’s gotten to the point that I can see that the majority of my students more-or-less get it, and roll their eyes a bit when I get on my soapbox for the umpteenth time to ask, “Copying is good or bad? Copying makes Teacher happy or angry?” (Yes, that’s patronizing use of the third person).

And yet… there’s still that handful of kids who just can’t kick the habit. In a way I feel like it was destined to be a losing battle. You can’t walk through the halls without stumbling upon a group of students huddled around a Chosen One’s notebook, completely unabashed and presumably also stumbled upon by the odd Thai teacher, who could do a better job of chewing them out than me, but seem to only turn a blind eye instead. When lamenting about this with my fellow farang teachers David issued the title-winning quote about our existence inside a photocopier. And it was kind of the same in China. It seems like in this culture, being able to provide a correct answer is far more important than being able to steer oneself through the process of getting there. But while I try to be open to most aspects of this culture in which I am a stranger and a guest, this element really doesn’t cut it for me.

Which is why things got brought to a new level, and David’s “copy machine” quote became a bit prophetic, on Friday when I was checking the homework from my Mattayom 1s (my ‘little guys’, I like to call them). When they’d handed it in the day before I noticed a few did so on regular white paper, as opposed to the lower-grade recycled paper our copies come out on. Foolishly, I was proud of them for having taken the initiative to get a new copy of the homework, rather than use the old “Teacher, lose!” excuse. That is, until I saw, well, this. From two different classes:

ol' goo was so benevolent as to dish out his paper to two of his lazy friends!

she turned in a photocopy complete not only with the answers of the original, but also a few of her own, in blue pen, where the original had forgotten to. simultaneously outrageous and amazing.

or how about this: seven papers that use the answers "go jogging" and "go shopping" in the exact same spaces... even though those weren't included in the options to be used.

It was pretty astounding to me, and a bit heartbreaking to have to explain to the kids who were quick to note that it was they who actually did the work that got handed off to the other little sneaks, that they were complicit and therefore subject to a bit fat zero (and accompanying frowny-face) as well. I think even more heartbreaking was that no sooner had a finished my rant than I looked up to see a girl blatantly copying her neighbor’s sheet from the day before (which I’d already said multiple times we didn’t need on the day in question). A losing battle indeed, it would seem.

Of course, there are the kids who take the high road, and do their own work no matter what degree of confusion they may be experiencing:

But hey, at least he lovs his mom (if only on 9:55 on Saturday).

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Weekend in Surat


Sometime last week Wayne and I got a message from our friend Emma (who had also encouraged us to join her at Koh Phangan however long ago) saying that she and the girls with whom she’d been hanging out at KP were going camping on a deserted island that weekend and we should join. The adventurous side of me was screaming, “Count me in!” but that annoying-yet-ever-present practical side had some, well, practical questions. Does anyone have camping gear? How are we getting there? How “deserted” is “deserted”? There didn’t seem to be any answers for the questions, and Wayne’s lungs/mucous membranes seemed intent on suffocating him so initially it looked like we might gracefully bow out.

And, understandably, Wayne did (especially considering that the gender count was considerably tilted in favor of females, in that initially there seemed to be no other males on the guest list. I say “seemed” because it was, in fact, orchestrated by a guy, and he had some mates in tow, but we didn’t know this at first). Bow out, that is. But after a bit of arm twisting and ‘hush-hush’ing the practical side, I thought maybe making myself scarce for the weekend and allowing Wayne some bed rest might not be the worst idea. Plus I felt overdue for an adventure.

After school on Friday Emma and I took the two-hour minibus to Surat Thani (where the other girls live; conveniently a port city with easy access to a number of islands) where we met up with the girls and indulged in all a bigger city has to offer in the form of excellent Italian fare. As it turned out we had pretty much nothing that camping required, and were starting to worry we might have to hunt and kill our own food for survival if the island was indeed deserted. Still, we felt that if the weather held up we’d figure something out.

a little rain can't stop us from having a beach party!

But the weather didn’t hold up. I was awoken at 6 am by rain, and it was relentless. It was decided that camping would have to wait, and instead spent the day entertaining ourselves indoors. By night there was a party at the house of one of the many other farang in town, and it was the largest gathering of fellow foreigners I’ve seen in a long time. It was cool though, definitely felt the ‘small world’ phenomenon upon meeting a girl who’d worked at my school here in Thung Song and a guy who knew many people who’d gone to Dear Ol’ UVA. In a way it was almost like being back home. (Same same but different.)

 

back of a songtail

in the minibus station coming home... a monk engrossed in a muay thai match

and smoking a cigarette.

In spite of the rain I did get a chance to do some walking around/photo snapping in Surat, as evidenced by the steady stream trickling throughout this post. This weekend a fully recovered Wayne and I (and Jack and Grace, I believe) will be heading to the other big town around here (and capital of the province) Nakhon Si Thammarat, since we figured it’s a shame we’ve only seen the inside of immigration offices there.

Oh, and this got left out of my last post. A sample of Wayne’s medication:

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Those Who Can’t…

Well, you know the rest. Perhaps some of you saw this little morsel on your ‘feeds (ooh… unintended food imagery. I’m hungry?) earlier today:

wow, is that really tacky? am i breaking all kinds of blogging etiquette? i’m not just quoting myself, i’ve actually taken a screen shot of my own wall? well, you see… i almost never miss an opportunity to take a screen shot. i really like doing it for some reason. and i probably would have worded the story exactly the same way, so i thought i might as well do it this way. and then provide an unnecessarily long (probably just straight-up unnecessary, actually) explanation about it.

Anyway, but that’s a pretty good summary of how my [professional] life has been lately. Teaching starts wearing on me, and wearing, and I do the whole weighing out the “It’s allowing me to be in Thailand and have this cool adventure…” against “But I’m really not sure I can do this for much longer…”, and then something kind of funny or rewarding happens and I decide to stay on the horse. I guess this post is just a collection of a handful of other images/instances that represent those revitalizing moments. Or just random funny things I’ve seen around the school.

First, a list I compiled of funny quips from tests I gave a few months ago. Most were from the “Write Your Biography” section.

  • And my future plans is vet because I love animal. And when the animal die, I will very pity.
  • I like banana but I’m not monkey.
  • Nurse is my idol but not superman but nurses help people when people have accident.
  • How to play football: The first; find the good ground. The second; wear the soccer shoes. The third; your heart must not scared. Last to do; play football happly.
  • You shouldn’t forsake your homework.
  • Finally I read a book about fat. So I became fat. And perfect girl.
  • My interests are tennis and seafood.
  • I am king and fun man.
So that was all good and fun, but then I saw these pieces displayed in the halls.
who knew chicago was such a mystical land? and home to tropical species?
‘the good lie’… i’ll put a transcript in a comment you can see if you click to see the enlarged photo.
pardon the reflection… i’m not really sure why this gets me so good but it does.
this transcription i can provide right here, right now:
mr. doobidoo,
request the pleasure of the company of
king and queen of the heatbeat island.
at the fancy party.
at 9:00 p.m. on sunday, october 31
at the mysterious voodoo of the magic island.
r.s.v.p. tel. 00-1001-999 dress: fancy
what can i say? it says ‘fancy’ twice (which calls to mind a very nostalgic reba mcentire song), and is also addressed to mr. doobidoo, which reminds me of one of my subtle but favorite parts of the jungle book (scroll to 10:00 in that video, kudos if you already knew what i meant.)
Then, of course, there are the countless things that adorn the halls and walls for inspiration, instruction, and decoration purpose only.
words to live by.
‘life is too short for you to cry. let do best thing today. tomorrow… never comes.’ a bit fatalistic but i see your point. spot the santa.
how about an entire christmas display that’s been up for the entirety of this may-september term? or the fact that david’s currently been handed the script of a thanksgiving play to get underway in the next few weeks?
and we mean it!
this, left over on the board in a classroom i stumbled into. the same classroom, actually, into which, after hearing a strange song to the tune of ‘when the saints go marching in’ overandoverandover, i peeked and saw on the overhead a lesson on ‘making a bowel/number two/pooh [sic]’. still have no idea.
or how about the latest addition to the foreign language staff room? the nap corner: for when resting one’s head on one’s desk just won’t cut it.
And, since I know you were waiting for them, gratuitous shots of the pets.
on the table cian gave us upon his departure. happy trails mr greaney! trix and ollie will definitely miss you (though as you can see, trix likes the gift).
sometimes i sleep out of my bed.
sometimes i sleep in my bed.
and sometimes i’m awake with my one floppy ear, just endearing to you to take me out so i can use your kitchen floor as my toilet and your ankles as my chewtoys.
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Mother’s Day Weekend

Disclaimer: This is almost definitely going to be a very… eclectic post touching on many topics because I’ve come to accept that I can’t bring myself to post more than once a week these days and otherwise things will just get left out or forgotten. Like that video of Satree’s Sports Day I started ages ago and am at the risk of never finishing. We’ll see.

Anyway, Friday was Queen Sirikrit’s 79th birthday, which also serves as Mother’s Day in this country. This meant that the first two periods of class on Thursday gave way to a Mother’s Day ceremony (which involved some singing and a lot of talking, which I’m sure was very heartwarming and all, but since my Thai’s still in its development phase I left after the traditional dancing). And it meant that there was no school at all on Friday. Hoorayyyy mothers!

king and queen, in their youth

dancers at school

The extended weekend couldn’t have come at a better time, since my friend Carolyn announced she’d be able to stop in on her way from Koh Phi Phi to Koh Phangan on Thursday night (after I last-minute flaked on our previous arrangement to meet in Phi Phi last weekend). She was our first real visitor (that we could plan for anyway) and it was fun/a bit strange (not in a bad way) to have that contact with ‘home’.

noticed this thai ice cream man while waiting for carolyn to show up

same same… but different

being that the weekend was starting early, it wasn’t hard to rally the troops for a meal at pom’s

an awesome picture of everyone. (grace, lisa, emma, carolyn, max, cian, jack, david, michelle)

[imagine emilie’s face photoshopped in]

will never get old

carolyn was eager to capture some motorbike moments. don’t worry, we’re parked here.

turns out self-photography is tough on a bike

on a really steep hill

On Friday evening we thought it would be a good idea to try to take the pets to the park. And yes, I said petS, because I did an off-beat and potentially inhumane thing and bought a collar/leash for Trix. I really thought that including her in the outings would maybe improve her mental health, but in actuality the trip might have had an adverse effect.

doesn’t seem to be enjoying the ride too much (her first since day one)

ollie’s cool though (and very handsome in his new collar)

‘i don’t like this thing on my neck. i shall chew it.’

bet you didn’t know there was a rabbit hidden in this photo.

ollie looks hungry…

on the way to jack and grace’s for dinner that night caught some mother’s day fireworks

Saturday morning I attempted to make these. I’d been talking about it for ages and the day finally came. I… wasn’t thrilled with them, but I don’t think it’s any fault of the recipe’s. I a) realized I’d never downloaded the recipe and was going by memory, and now see that my proportions were a bit off and b) suspect that my papaya was a little funny. However, the preparation phase did involve a moment where, as expected, I was able to marvel at a likeness of colors:

wall-licious

More noteworthy about Saturday was that we finally succeeded in making it to the elusive view point. But it was worth it.

reward for all you who don’t just skim through: awesome butterfly!

Wayne and I (read: mostly I) look pretty terrible in the picture I have of us up top so… use your imaginations. The rest of the weekend was pretty chill. I need to make a worksheet before running to yoga so I’ll leave you on this note:

turns out she didn’t like the collar, and managed to do this to herself.

Oh oh oh! And Ms. Mouse Cleans House so kindly passed the “Liebster Award” onto me. I’m totally breaking the rules (hopefully temporarily) and haven’t passed it on myself yet, because that worksheet still needs making and I’ll have to give some thought to whom to pass it onto anyway. But I did want to make sure I acknowledged her kind gesture. Thanks Ms. Mouse!


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Outings With the Pup

When I first gave notice of Ollie’s arrival, I said something to the effect that it wasn’t “practical for people in our situation” to have dogs. “Our situation” primarily refers to the fact that generally speaking we’re not home for most of the daylight hours, which makes playing by the rules  of “puppies should be taken out every two hours to eliminate” (that got a big ol’ guffaw when we read it on The Humane Society’s Housetraining Page) rather difficult.

And it means that dear little Ollie is kept trapped in a miserable little corner of the bathroom for said hours to prevent him from using every nook and cranny of the house for purposes better served by bushes, which breaks my heart. It really does. So we try to find opportunities to remind him what fresh air is when we are home. Last week that meant moseying on over to the park adjacent our complex on one glorious Thursday afternoon to enjoy a bit of nature ourselves, bust out the old six-string, and let the smallest member of our family-like unit show them nefarious blades of grass who’s boss.

flying bb pup

along the way made friends with the harper-like pup at “the restaurant” (the only one walking-distance from our house, and so has earned its definitive article status)

little tiger pup!

had a big day!

not during an outing, but cute shot of his ‘i can’t believe you just woke me up with your photography tomfoolery again.’ face

Saturday he got a bit of a bigger adventure. We’ve heard rumors about a “View Point” that’s on the outskirts of Thung Song, and have talked about seeking it out for weeks (months?) now, and the day finally arrived this weekend. Our friend Jack joined us, and Ollie was in tow in my Peaches tote. He did surprisingly well. I’d even go so far as to say he enjoyed it.

these were harder shots to procure than you might imagine… i really wish this one was in focus.

the littlest biking beeb

The thing is, we didn’t find much success with Thailand’s whole “signage” system, nor were we able to very well “ask” the average passerby for assistance with our “impeccable” Thai. We drove for… an hour? and a half?, lost the trail about a dozen times, randomly came across another sign or two to get our hopes up, and finally, when we found that we were far closer to Nakhon Si Thammarat than we cared to be, decided to “settle” (quotation marks actually well deserved there) on a waterfall we’d passed. (One of the many, in fact).

We’d gotten rained on just a bit before arriving, which turned out to be a blessing in disguise as is shooed some of the hordes away. We got the ticket people to change their rate from 200 Baht each to 100 Baht for the three of us (teachers should get discounts anyway but we didn’t have our work permits. Looks like our Thai can be useful after all!), and made our way to an isolated spot where we had a chance to soak in the calm ambience and watch the puppy play.

there were really fishes.

still too small to climb rocks, so the tote was employed for the entirety of the ascent

i’ll excuse the intensity of my double chin for the hilarity of ollie’s little face

a habit we should really focus on breaking… those little teeth are getting sharp.

tallest man in thung song indeed

it’s my tree in a tree

i want to submit this to the virginia board of tourism? also he stayed pretty much like that the entire way home… little snuggle bug.

elephant-ear bonanza

Both occasions ended up being a nice time for all parties involved (I think?), most notably Ollie himself. Of course, no good deed goes unpunished, and ol’ Trix (to whom, I might mention, we’d given free reign of nearly the entire house) has decided to show her displeasure and disapproval of our owning/loving another pet by leaving little bunny piles in places she knows she shouldn’t. Free reign has been withdrawn. If I wasn’t a million percent sure she’d dart off, never to be seen again, on an excursion to the park, she’d be more than welcome. Does anyone know if they make rabbit leashes?

In life news we went out to get a sofa yesterday and came back instead with a lovely outdoors table set… pretty much exactly what I’ve been secretly pining for since we moved in and where I’ve eaten every meal since we got it.

speaking of meals, wayne keeps encouraging me to blog about some of the food concoctions we come up with. i’m in support of this mostly, but i’m afraid a lot of it will just end up as, ‘we just pretty much did exactly what appeared on [one of the blogs listed in the ‘food’ section of my blogroll] except we couldn’t find this ingredient.’

OR, as happened above, ‘we were hungry and noticed we still had half a loaf of the cinnamon raisin oat bread wayne made [less the cinnamon, which we couldn’t find], a tin of tuna, and we’d just purchased cheese from tesco [not on discount as we were hoping, and we’d chosen the 18-months-aged australian cheddar solely on its merits of not bearing the obvious mold the others did]. wayne suggested i dress the tuna with salt, pepper, lemon juice, and olive oil [which, coincidentally, were the only practical ingredients we had for the task], and i made open faced melts. the raisins somehow worked with the whole thing and the sambos were quite tasty. we were thirsty and had no drinkable water so we cut up a watermelon and threw it in the blender.’ not really the most engaging or compelling food blogging but… maybe i could work out something.

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