I shared this joke as I’m currently working out how to help children think (creatively, divergently and critically) as part of my new thing. (Contemplating working with kaveri’s school, if they’ll have me) I’m looking into Kohlberg’s Stages Of Moral Development after starting to read this book ….
Postscript
I’ve also been reading Ken Robinson’s books. Great insights about how our education systems are designed for the Industrial Revolution preparing children to slot into jobs that will not exist. So we need to help them to have the competencies associated with adaptability, effective communication and developing relationships. I agree but there seems to be an added problem in achieving that. We don’t help them to think for themselves, to be innovative, we suppress it and expect them to know their place. That is an even older approach, it’s medieval and wrong.
Me and the dogs sorting out the children’s section of the library.
Fact is Lucie has scarpered. Nowhere to be seen, but frankly , it’s no loss as she can’t read anyway.
Billet-Doux is present, after a fashion.
Books are slowly finding their way to the shelves.
Manjula’s Sari’s protect the books from the get-everywhere dust.
Thank you to Judith Gilliland of the USA for the donation of the books you authored which started our library years ago.
I’ve now sorted over 150 young children’s books but I don’t agree with that classification as they’re for ALL ages. There’s many others: novels, india, management, thinking, politics, history, philosophy, uncategorisable for another day.
Lucie appears at the precise moment the work is over.
Meanwhile, it’s catching, Sowbaghya doing her own thing.
Since Punith introduced us I’ve realised how much Anjali is a real star
She got married today. Every wedding is same but different, down to caste, experience, attitude and get-on-ableness of the generations, so it’s not unlike absolutely everything else in consistently inconsistent India.
It’s a special day (Raksha Bandhan) when sisters give a bracelet known as a Rakhi
It symbolises brotherly love and a promise of protection, bringing good fortune.
I broke my no-sweet-things rule.
Radhika is Kaveri’s auntie but they’re really like sisters.
I’ve got to know Radhika quite well over the past year, especially during the school holiday when she came with Kaveri and I for swimming, skating and often stayed at the BnB.
Fresh from swimming
We’ve all been on holiday together to Kerala. Twelve of us, the first time and we’ll return in October with Kaveri, her mum Chandrika and Radhika. .
Radhika’s real brother gave her a giant pink teddy that’s now moved in here.
Radhika passed her exam this year, got a high-scorer award and is now at PUC- Pre-University College.
Award winner. Saree gift from me on Lakshmi’s big day I’ve also promised to help and protect as her ‘godfather’.
We cycled through the countryside, along the national highway, through the suburbs and on my cycle route around Chamundi Hill.
The countryside behind Kaliyuvamane Layouts are planned New friends Preetham and PreetiWhoopsaround the backside of Chamundi HillChai stop at LalithdripuraBreakfast stop Back home at Mysore Bed and Breakfast
Stopping to chat as people wondered what it was all about.
Ina was already at our house as I returned from the U.K.
The lunatics had taken over the asylum. We have a similar sense of humour but that doesn’t necessarily travel well. 🤔🤭 sorry to Charles, the Canadian giant. He gets it.Self catering BnB
Ina was an early guest who returned to visit every year bar the coronavirus blot on our landscape. She quickly became a close friend of Manjula helping us celebrate our engagement in 2015. They would mostly hang out together and she’s the guest who’s stayed the most and longest.
We’ve also become good friends. She’s also lost her loving partner and been a great support to me.
Ina has seen Kaveri two years running and appreciates how she’s progressed.
Ina has a strong Scottish accent even though she’s lived in Australia for almost seventy years, having escaped Britain, on a ship, to settle there as a young girl with her family.
Part of the team on Manjula’s birthday. Bonding over chai and a phone on Manjula’s birthday. The second celebration of what would have been Manjula’s 50th birthday. Satish is photographer
Ina, is most definitely one of Manjula’s kind. Thoughtfully helping, all around her, emanating a positive energy, appearing to be decades younger than she is but we don’t mention age.
Her initial visit was to meet a Tibetan monk, for the very first time, that she’d sponsored since he was a child.
She regales with stories of her family and her great times looking after her grand kids.
We keep remembering celebrating Manjula’s last birthday. That’s not our cat Visiting Manjula’s bench at the museum garden in Mysore city. Fun together, Ina with Kaveri and Radhika. Aroma Bakery after swimming.
As she says herself
I couldn’t agree more. I’m still learning
Demonstrating the new balancing pod thing, whilst worrying Paul from France Visiting Chandrika and Mani, Kaveri’s mum and dad.
Ina leaves at some ungodly hour for the flybus to Bangalore airport for a week in Singapore en route to home in Australia after our last meal together at Olive Garden
She’s supposed to have gone but I thought I heard her calling out downstairs. Now that’s worrying.
Me and MYCycle 