Then we headed off to the biannual kinder grounds clean up. This is quite the production. 200 kids play in their classrooms while their parents/ grandparents mill around designated areas (giraffe class had the North sandpit this year) with their designated tools (giraffe class had spades and hoes) and did their designated jobs (giraffe class had to turn over the sand in the sandpit and put the sun shade on the frame for the summer season.) The cleanup was officially 9-9:30. The paper informing us of the event had a nice bold sentence asking us to please observe the start times.
Because we'd all be tardy and turn up half way through, right?
Because everyone turns up at 8:45 and the jobs are all but done before the official start time has even rolled around.
We arrived at 8:50 and could hear the head teacher on the loudspeaker as we got out of the car:
"Please do not start work yet. Please wait until 9:00. Thank you for your co-operation."
What's wrong with finishing early you ask? Well as a bribe to turn up for cleanup there is an exhibition of each classes song and a whole kinder exercise routine. This doesn't start until 9:30. Absolutely no way it can start earlier. I don't know why either.
Anyway, this year we were treated to a veritable variety gala. Each class did not one but two performances and the entire kinder did two performances as well.
I gave each class's routines a new name based on my impressions:
0-2 class- Let's all cry together!
3 yo class- Overwhelmed and unsure we'll ignore our overly energetic teachers dancing.
4yo class- Picking your nose and scratching yourself is so much more involving than dancing
5yo class- Boys, sand and waiting for your turn- it's rumble in the dust time!
Riveting. I think I would have been less jaded if I hadn't finally got Amy to sleep at 10pm only to have Meg wake me up at 5:05 demanding to start the day.
After the dancing (finally) finished it was home for lunch and I headed off to work.
Work finished I came home, changed into my outside clothes and did field work from about 3:30. The girls had a ball running around and rolling around in the freshly ploughed field before getting out their sandpit tools and making mountains and tunnels all through the place. K was busy chopping up the wood in the woodpile in the carpark- we may finally be able to see the garden there just in time for the flowers to have finished for the season...
And friend and neighbour A and I laid the rest of the plastic mulch (still losing that fight but I do have to admit it really cuts down on weeding time and time is at a premium this year so.....) and planted out:
birds eye chilli
eagle talon chilli (don't chilli peppers have great names?)
yellow cherry tomatoes
red cherry tomatoes
large red tomatoes
mystery organic tomatoes gifted by wonderful Saitama friend
mystery organic eggplant gifted by wonderful Saitama friend (the same one- I'm not that lucky)
After A and I rolled out the plastic Meg and A had the job of holding it down straight and taut and I got to heave spadefuls of dirt on the sides to hold it down. This is actually only fair as Meg is 6 and A is almost 60 but man... that's a hard job to do alone. sob sob. Poor me.
Finally finished just before 7:00 and three tired girls came inside for dinner, bath and bed. K had left at 6:30 for Aikido so it was just the three of us for slap up bolognaise sauce with left over corn bread.
And we still have to plant corn, soy beans, bush beans, leaf lettuces, carrots, radish, beets, transplant the asparagus and dig dirt over the leeks.
Oh well, tomorrow is forecast for rain so looks like I'll get at least a day's break...