As I have been saying I am on a mission this summer to learn more about photography and to allow my creativity to surface. To this end as well as undertaking a number of photography e-courses I have been reading and spending a lot of time behind the lens. The one thing I haven’t done in a very long time but which to be the staple activity is shoot some film. There’s no reason not to start again. We have two film SLRs in the house.
I say we, I mean we have one each. Hub has an ancient Praktica, I have a newER Minolta. Yes, Minolta, not a Canon, perhaps that will be next. The cameras were inspected the other day but what can you really tell without batteries, so I thought I better order some. As one does, when ordering batteries, one orders all sorts of other things. For instance, although we have plenty of colour film in the house, all the monochrome seems to have been used. It would be wrong to buy batteries and not buy monochrome film, right?
I haven’t used them yet, I am soaking in the excitement first, wallowing, one might even say.
Of course, while one might be at that one MIGHT just see a couple of Polaroids and one might think, you know, they would be fun. I would hate to do the wrong thing and NOT buy them. They would cry without me.
This morning, work consigned to yesterday, I went out to enjoy the canal and the early morning sunshine.
So, that’s the sunshine, what about the kicking?
How my heart SANK when I went to get 13 off the school bus this afternoon to find she had been sitting in her seat, laughing away and kicking and scratching the escort and later the driver.
When is this sort of thing going to end? How do you persuade a child to stop this sort of behaviour when their understanding is limited. I scolded, of course, I held her hands while the driver unlatched her seatbelt. I looked her in the eye and made it clear her behaviour was not acceptable. She looked and I could SEE her slough it off. Who wants to behave when it is much more fun to be naughty?
It’s bad enough when we get this behaviour and 13 is cross or frustrated, you can understand it in some ways. How else does someone communicate when they have limited understanding and very little language, a word or two.
It’s a MILLION times worse when she laughs. You know you, or whomever is the target, is on the receiving end because she WANTS to hurt.
Anyway, it’s Friday night, time to nap before bedtime.
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