Lost Weekend

I seem to have spent most of this weekend either sleeping or working, though I did get a walk this morning to Cost U Less for my fortnightly grocery stock up.  I had sort of decided I would go for a swim here at my beach this weekend, since I still have no bike to go elsewhere… but then the weather conspires against me too.  Wet and windy here today. Luckily I got the washing done and dried yesterday.

The lawn people came yesterday to lay a bit more lawn turf on the seaward side of the house where most of the yard is bare soil, but I think I would rather have bare ground than the uneven clumps of mud with a few straggly bits of grass root in it that they call turf.  They lay it by the spadeful, not rolling it out like we do. It looks awful, and I wonder why they do it that way.  Could there be a restriction on importing grass seed? What else might make this method the only possible (or only economical) choice?  It certainly seems a silly way to lay a lawn.  They assure me it will grow.  I am dubious.  Even supposing it does, it will need rolling flat before one could walk barefoot in the grass without stumbling.  In the meantime the land crabs can play Gallipoli in the muddy little tussocky hillocks.

I m shut up inside.  But I had some work to do which I have just
finished.  I did the news translation and then spent a few hours analysing the evaluation returns from the  participants in the water treatment plant operator course we ran last week for operators in Western and Northern divisions.  It was very well recieved, much appreciated and apparently sorely needed.  Tomorrow I am off to Lautoka for the second course for the operators of the Eastern Division.  I shall watch a movie and have an early night. I have to
get up at 0400 to get ready before the three hour drive to Lautoka. At least I will get to see something of Viti Levu other than Suva. 

 That’s another weekend gone. 

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About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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