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Saturday: a crop swap. Once again, I made out like a bandit.
Saturday afternoon: finishing up the last touches of other side of infinity: Part 3 is now up. I hope there's some screaming involved, but the comments section of the story has been suspiciously quiet to this point.
Sunday morning: 9-11:30 - Permabee in the geographic middle of the city for three intellectually disabled brothers who have this lovely garden space behind their little three-bed cottage. Beautiful garden, beautiful beds. And they had about a half-dozen pumpkins just growing away on vines!
Eight people signed up to come. I didn't sign up. I just turned up (because I forgot I hadn't signed up) but could only help out until lunchtime because I had another event on. The plan was three wicking beds and a watering system - we got two of the wicking bed bases done and were just working on sorting out the drainage when
They were lovely guys. You had to give them instruction firmly, and then reinforce that with a repeat, but they were fine with that, and I think the woman who instigated the permabee (one of their regular carers) was impressed. She contacted me later - we'd talked about a seed swap but hadn't gotten around to it because I was supposed to send her a stamped, self-addressed envelope - and just offered to send me the seeds.
Sunday lunch was a birthday surprise for a woman at church, organised by one of the other women at church. There were about a dozen of us, and it was excellent. I may have eaten a little too much. But the company was good, the people were good, and I was pretty happy when I left to go home, do a few chores and then head out to watch Team 2 play at 4:30pm...
Turns out their game started at 3pm.
So I turned up for the second half. And it was a good game. The team gelled, they kicked the opposition 9-0, and they were all happy and high when they got off the field.
Which was a bit of a kick in the teeth for me considering I wanted to be graded into Team 2.
In discussions with Coach 2 (Coach 3 didn't actually talk to me; this is his customary MO), it turns out they 'always saw me as a Team 3 player' which was the second kick in the teeth.
I suspect (God, I hope) that, in the absence of a whole bunch of players who have left, taken a year, gone up a grade, they were expecting me to become one of the 'anchor' players for the team. Which...
I’m not convinced I’m in an emotional place to be one of the mainstays of a team right now.
I just wanted a fun year, playing with people whose level I thought I was on, but the script that I’ve been handed is one where I’m one of the teacher-leaders of the group below, nursing along baby players and being told I’m not good enough for the next level up – and never will be. “Those who can’t do, teach,” right?
So that's made me really question whether there's a place for me in this club anymore. I won't ever play with my friends again, because they're better than me and I don't have a place in their team. All I get to do is herd along the new players - that's all I'm good for.
Theoretically, they want us to enjoy the game. At his point, I'm not sure I'd even enjoy being put into Team 2, under suffrance. Not good enough to be actually graded there, but tolerated because I kicked up a fuss. Maybe that works for other players, maybe I'd get used to it, but right now it just stings.
And then I went to church. I'm glad I did; I needed the boost instead of stewing in my own head all night.
But I still slept badly last night. About 3 hours, maybe?
It’s gonna be a fun Monday.
Actually, it's going to be a damned long month for me on all fronts.
All I have to do is discover I've got cancer of some kind, and that'll be the cherry on top.
Saturday afternoon: finishing up the last touches of other side of infinity: Part 3 is now up. I hope there's some screaming involved, but the comments section of the story has been suspiciously quiet to this point.
Sunday morning: 9-11:30 - Permabee in the geographic middle of the city for three intellectually disabled brothers who have this lovely garden space behind their little three-bed cottage. Beautiful garden, beautiful beds. And they had about a half-dozen pumpkins just growing away on vines!
Eight people signed up to come. I didn't sign up. I just turned up (because I forgot I hadn't signed up) but could only help out until lunchtime because I had another event on. The plan was three wicking beds and a watering system - we got two of the wicking bed bases done and were just working on sorting out the drainage when
They were lovely guys. You had to give them instruction firmly, and then reinforce that with a repeat, but they were fine with that, and I think the woman who instigated the permabee (one of their regular carers) was impressed. She contacted me later - we'd talked about a seed swap but hadn't gotten around to it because I was supposed to send her a stamped, self-addressed envelope - and just offered to send me the seeds.
Sunday lunch was a birthday surprise for a woman at church, organised by one of the other women at church. There were about a dozen of us, and it was excellent. I may have eaten a little too much. But the company was good, the people were good, and I was pretty happy when I left to go home, do a few chores and then head out to watch Team 2 play at 4:30pm...
Turns out their game started at 3pm.
So I turned up for the second half. And it was a good game. The team gelled, they kicked the opposition 9-0, and they were all happy and high when they got off the field.
Which was a bit of a kick in the teeth for me considering I wanted to be graded into Team 2.
In discussions with Coach 2 (Coach 3 didn't actually talk to me; this is his customary MO), it turns out they 'always saw me as a Team 3 player' which was the second kick in the teeth.
I suspect (God, I hope) that, in the absence of a whole bunch of players who have left, taken a year, gone up a grade, they were expecting me to become one of the 'anchor' players for the team. Which...
I’m not convinced I’m in an emotional place to be one of the mainstays of a team right now.
I just wanted a fun year, playing with people whose level I thought I was on, but the script that I’ve been handed is one where I’m one of the teacher-leaders of the group below, nursing along baby players and being told I’m not good enough for the next level up – and never will be. “Those who can’t do, teach,” right?
So that's made me really question whether there's a place for me in this club anymore. I won't ever play with my friends again, because they're better than me and I don't have a place in their team. All I get to do is herd along the new players - that's all I'm good for.
Theoretically, they want us to enjoy the game. At his point, I'm not sure I'd even enjoy being put into Team 2, under suffrance. Not good enough to be actually graded there, but tolerated because I kicked up a fuss. Maybe that works for other players, maybe I'd get used to it, but right now it just stings.
And then I went to church. I'm glad I did; I needed the boost instead of stewing in my own head all night.
But I still slept badly last night. About 3 hours, maybe?
It’s gonna be a fun Monday.
Actually, it's going to be a damned long month for me on all fronts.
All I have to do is discover I've got cancer of some kind, and that'll be the cherry on top.
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