"For most of history, anonymous was a woman" (Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own). This blog has nothing to do with Virgina Woolf nor with the USA grants program, and everything to do with me.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Not from my side of the family at all - my claim to sporting fame is having got a compound fracture of the arm by falling over in a backwards-running race. These days they don't do novelty races for the athletically challenged, they just have everyone participate. I actually like the idea of that better as the novelty races were totally humiliating, even before the accident. (I graduated to being sent as far outfield as possible when playing any sort of ball game. Mostly I would then be away with the fairies whenever a ball came anywhere near me, but if I was alert enough to realise the ball was coming I would cower down at grass level with my arms over my head. This did not endear me to my team-mates nor the sports teacher.)
Anyway. Today at their primary school cross-country day Running Boy came fourth and Cheekus came eighth. (Last year Princess ran for the first time ever; in the preceding six years she had walked-and-chatted with assorted friends. She came a very creditable 20th with no preparation whatsoever.) RB's result was terrific for a sprinter over 3 km; CW's was totally unexpected as his only purposes for going to Little Aths appear to be to socialise and to inveigle his way into pushing the equipment trolley at pack-up time.
And to chase the beetles which one evening fell from the sky, we don't know why.
Living in Melbourne, I am a part-time professional, mother-of-three who thinks far too much. I like to sleep, garden, read, lurk on blogs, cook and fantasise about all the crafting I would do, if only I had time.