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Finally finished one test paper, 9 to go. I’m a few years out of practise, plus most of it is having to come out of my head from what I remember, we have no resources to check against, and anything previous was burnt when the old training school was ransacked and burnt during the troubles. I’m sticking with multi choice questions and a few diagrams to mark stuff onto, anything to make it as easy as possible, but still show they know what they are doing.
By the time I got half way through it last night I didn’t feel like writing into this, and I’ve had one of those annoying headache behind my eye things for most of the day. I figure if I get another test paper written up this week, have the weekend off with Rose, I’ll come back all refreshed, or more likely, stressing because I’m going to be running out of time. Situation normal for me though, I don’t do anything till there is a deadline. And the closer the faster I can do it. Or so I hope
We start at the prison on Monday, or rather Adrian does. I’m sending David down with him to, to try and keep things under control. Neville called up last week, I had a lot of stuff about paving and concreting p/copied for him to give to the guys, he was pleased, it makes it look as though we are actually teaching them something useful, rather than just making use of them
David is still having trouble with his arm, there is a large white patch on his hand now, where the nerves have either died or are being pinched so hard they are dying back. He still has no movement in 2 fingers, and I’m concerned if it isn’t repaired soon, he’ll lose all feeling in most of his hand. He won’t cope with that, he’s so used to working he can’t just sit and give directions. He went back to #9 today, and has another appointment in 2 weeks with the surgeon again to see about opening his elbow up again. Something he is definitely not happy with
The girls bagged up another 100 bags of compost for the remaining tubs on Mendana today, cleaned up all the remaining compost through the mulcher, and started another fresh compost heap with the chippings and chicken manure. And did about 300 cuttings into the bags. If I ever start a nursery up anywhere, I’m employing all of them. They work with what we have, never complain, any improvements I’ve been able to make so far are accepted with gratitude, and they don’t expect much.
It’s going to be several more months yet till our funding comes through, I’m getting so frustrated waiting, all I need is a few sheets of plywood to make a potting bench, well, ok, I’d like a lot of other things, but a potting bench is top priority now we have the potting soil sorted out with the mulcher. I put in for a concrete mixer as well last week, to mix the coco husk/sand/compost mulch in, instead of the girls using a shovel and mixing by hand on the ground. The guys sometimes work in the nursery, Kennedy and Sandy do work, a few of the others see it as “womens” work, they wouldn’t last long in a nursery, well, not one I was running anyway.
If our weekend away on Savo doesn’t bankrupt me I’ll buy the plywood myself just to get things moving and improved.
4 more weeks for the Hort course to go, then we decide if we are keeping any of the students. I’ve got my list of the ones I want to keep for the nursery, and a couple for the work crew. We had a word with Willy on Monday, he’s been spending more time working out how to not do anything, than the time it would take to actually do the job, and he’s not interested in doing stuff he finds boring. He’s really good when he works, we know he’s smart enough, he used to be a school teacher till he had a few problems with kwaso and other substances, and he thinks that some of the things we do are a bit beneath him at times. Pity, if he’d be more consistent in his work I’d be keeping him, he thinks things through, and doesn’t need a lot of information to work stuff out. But it’s “womens” work, so the Island patriarchial stuff influences him too much
I’ve stocked the kitchen up a bit this week for Rose, well, not stocked up, but a few choices for breakfast and dinner, and a carton of milk for her and some butter. Not stuff I buy, and when I saw the price I know why I don’t buy it. $16.80 for a litre of milk, long life uht only, there’s no dairy industry here for fresh milk, and butter is $58.90 a 500gm tin
She’ll have to like rice for dinner, I may splurge and put something with it.
Music for tonight is Peter Green, a mix of his stuff from Fleetwood Mac, John Mayall, and one of his solo cds, Little Dreamer
Pic is of my two Malaitan Shell money necklaces, the dark brown one is from Suzie, the orange one is from Imelda
By the time I got half way through it last night I didn’t feel like writing into this, and I’ve had one of those annoying headache behind my eye things for most of the day. I figure if I get another test paper written up this week, have the weekend off with Rose, I’ll come back all refreshed, or more likely, stressing because I’m going to be running out of time. Situation normal for me though, I don’t do anything till there is a deadline. And the closer the faster I can do it. Or so I hope
We start at the prison on Monday, or rather Adrian does. I’m sending David down with him to, to try and keep things under control. Neville called up last week, I had a lot of stuff about paving and concreting p/copied for him to give to the guys, he was pleased, it makes it look as though we are actually teaching them something useful, rather than just making use of them
David is still having trouble with his arm, there is a large white patch on his hand now, where the nerves have either died or are being pinched so hard they are dying back. He still has no movement in 2 fingers, and I’m concerned if it isn’t repaired soon, he’ll lose all feeling in most of his hand. He won’t cope with that, he’s so used to working he can’t just sit and give directions. He went back to #9 today, and has another appointment in 2 weeks with the surgeon again to see about opening his elbow up again. Something he is definitely not happy with
The girls bagged up another 100 bags of compost for the remaining tubs on Mendana today, cleaned up all the remaining compost through the mulcher, and started another fresh compost heap with the chippings and chicken manure. And did about 300 cuttings into the bags. If I ever start a nursery up anywhere, I’m employing all of them. They work with what we have, never complain, any improvements I’ve been able to make so far are accepted with gratitude, and they don’t expect much.
It’s going to be several more months yet till our funding comes through, I’m getting so frustrated waiting, all I need is a few sheets of plywood to make a potting bench, well, ok, I’d like a lot of other things, but a potting bench is top priority now we have the potting soil sorted out with the mulcher. I put in for a concrete mixer as well last week, to mix the coco husk/sand/compost mulch in, instead of the girls using a shovel and mixing by hand on the ground. The guys sometimes work in the nursery, Kennedy and Sandy do work, a few of the others see it as “womens” work, they wouldn’t last long in a nursery, well, not one I was running anyway.
If our weekend away on Savo doesn’t bankrupt me I’ll buy the plywood myself just to get things moving and improved.
4 more weeks for the Hort course to go, then we decide if we are keeping any of the students. I’ve got my list of the ones I want to keep for the nursery, and a couple for the work crew. We had a word with Willy on Monday, he’s been spending more time working out how to not do anything, than the time it would take to actually do the job, and he’s not interested in doing stuff he finds boring. He’s really good when he works, we know he’s smart enough, he used to be a school teacher till he had a few problems with kwaso and other substances, and he thinks that some of the things we do are a bit beneath him at times. Pity, if he’d be more consistent in his work I’d be keeping him, he thinks things through, and doesn’t need a lot of information to work stuff out. But it’s “womens” work, so the Island patriarchial stuff influences him too much
I’ve stocked the kitchen up a bit this week for Rose, well, not stocked up, but a few choices for breakfast and dinner, and a carton of milk for her and some butter. Not stuff I buy, and when I saw the price I know why I don’t buy it. $16.80 for a litre of milk, long life uht only, there’s no dairy industry here for fresh milk, and butter is $58.90 a 500gm tin
She’ll have to like rice for dinner, I may splurge and put something with it.
Music for tonight is Peter Green, a mix of his stuff from Fleetwood Mac, John Mayall, and one of his solo cds, Little Dreamer
Pic is of my two Malaitan Shell money necklaces, the dark brown one is from Suzie, the orange one is from Imelda
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