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Life has been busy, and we've just survived a busy weekend largely dominated by committee meetings.
Finally managed to get my fencing club committee together on Saturday, which resulted in an unusually long planning meeting. Still nothing firm yet, but we have general direction for next year and plans to survive my absence. Spent a fair bit of it trying to make sure people understood the fundamental reality of clubs - things only happen if someone does them, and money out is constrained by money in.
Sunday we emergency-hosted the Discworld committee, which was unusually small in attendance and probably as a result of that actually made some progress on deciding timelines. With luck we might even be able to accept memberships before Xmas.
Now I'm working to catch up on the outstanding tasks waiting in e-mail, then the end of the year will be in sight. I'm behind in e-mail, but hope to catch up soon.
Took delivery of plastic sabres Sunday morning (a delivery in a Sunday? I'm amazed and delighted). Will probably be good and stick to the lesson plans which require me to wait until the week after next to corrupt my junior fencers with sabre fencing.
Sunday morning also saw me toddle up the road to a "Childeren's Market" with people selling their second-hand baby and kids stuff. Managed to pick up the important remaining things I need for the hospital stay and immediately afterward, nice and cheap.
Yesterday David took a day off work so he could come with me for the 20 week ultrasound scan, and we learned the gender. However, although my first impulse was to shout it on Twitter apparently David wants to keep it quiet. It's not a big secret, you can ask if you're really curious, we're just not publicising it.
I'm not sure how long it will be until I slip up. Avoiding pronouns does encourage one to think creatively about how to word things though.
And now I have no further excuse to avoid thinking about names. Naming is scary.
Finally managed to get my fencing club committee together on Saturday, which resulted in an unusually long planning meeting. Still nothing firm yet, but we have general direction for next year and plans to survive my absence. Spent a fair bit of it trying to make sure people understood the fundamental reality of clubs - things only happen if someone does them, and money out is constrained by money in.
Sunday we emergency-hosted the Discworld committee, which was unusually small in attendance and probably as a result of that actually made some progress on deciding timelines. With luck we might even be able to accept memberships before Xmas.
Now I'm working to catch up on the outstanding tasks waiting in e-mail, then the end of the year will be in sight. I'm behind in e-mail, but hope to catch up soon.
Took delivery of plastic sabres Sunday morning (a delivery in a Sunday? I'm amazed and delighted). Will probably be good and stick to the lesson plans which require me to wait until the week after next to corrupt my junior fencers with sabre fencing.
Sunday morning also saw me toddle up the road to a "Childeren's Market" with people selling their second-hand baby and kids stuff. Managed to pick up the important remaining things I need for the hospital stay and immediately afterward, nice and cheap.
Yesterday David took a day off work so he could come with me for the 20 week ultrasound scan, and we learned the gender. However, although my first impulse was to shout it on Twitter apparently David wants to keep it quiet. It's not a big secret, you can ask if you're really curious, we're just not publicising it.
I'm not sure how long it will be until I slip up. Avoiding pronouns does encourage one to think creatively about how to word things though.
And now I have no further excuse to avoid thinking about names. Naming is scary.
