Easter

The egg is the pagan symbol of rebirth and often used in Spring rituals to signify the renewal of the seasons and of the earth.

OK this one is a Faberge Egg.
Symbol of elegant greed.

and this one is a chocolate egg
a sugar delivery vehicle

but the rest of these are actually dyed chicken eggs

These, of course, being tie dyed.

Intricacy sometimes make me cross-eyed.

You know this took hours and hours to look that simple

use a laser on an eggshell 

to get a very mixed holiday message

A Rainy Monday

Here are some spring pictures for my northern-hemisphere friends. We won't see tulips here until October :(

Botanical Gardens,Wellington, New Zealand.

Have a sunny day where you are!

An Unexpected Hiatus

 (Warning: Rant follows)

Today I was given a gift: a day off work which I didn't ask for and didn't want.  It's actually an expensive gift for the recipient, because it's going to cost me a day's salary.  But I had no choice other than to accept it.

I could have felt annoyed and angry (I do), and harboured resentment (I am).... for one thing, I don't like being told what to do by people for whom I have no respect, but also because:
I don't believe that strikes achieve anything other than to set the strikers up for vilification from members of the public, particularly those who have only been told, thanks to the press, about the requested salary adjustment ("demand" in journalese), which at 4% is actually irrelevant and which, even if granted, would not go anywhere near even touching inflation.  What are far far more important are the negotiations around our conditions.  NZ teachers are paid far less than in any other OECD countries (see article and table in this morning's NZ Herald).  And teaching in this country is very much an aging profession.  How on earth can we hope to attract young people into teaching, AND keep them in it, if they are poorly paid and expected to work so very hard??

I love my job. On weekdays I work an average of 10 hours a day, and 5-7 hours over the weekend.  People who really think that we work from 8.30 until 3.00 5 days a week and have all of those long holidays to swan around doing nothing just..... well, they leave me speechless.

However.
There have been some good things about today.

• spring is finally making some headway, and it is possible to believe that there will eventually be a summer

Spring in my garden

• the tomatoes which I bought yesterday prove to actually have some flavour, and made a delicious lunch when sliced thickly on some warm wholemeal (Vogel's) toast which was liberally slathered with hummus
• I just picked up Paul Auster's Invisible, which I have been meaning to read for months
• if the rain holds off I should have time to take the dog for a much-needed walk (longer than the usual twice-daily blats around the block)

I've also managed to get quite a few reports done.  Yes, yes, I know, I should be showing solidarity with my colleagues by not doing any schoolwork at all today.  The opportunity to get through some of my 79 senior student reports was simply too good to let pass.

And.... I've had time to write this post.

Kia ora

Alexia