Pre-Awaytime

The first thing to say is the next edition might possibly be delayed a day or so which does kind of tie into this weeks edition because I'll be away for a few days and by coincidence I only arrived 12 hours before this usually gets published so I may be low on spoons.
The trouble with being low on spoons is I don't have then the energy to do things.

The time will be pretty much divided by organized events like quizes and the more spontaneous things which will be more spontaneous than usual in that it's the very first time we've been to this venue so we don't for sure what's possible although one person in the group has kindly made a list of attractions and other places we could visit plus it's winter so may be okay for walks which I like or possible not with rain although one plus for me is it's less distance home than usual.
Now for the ahem painful bit which is to say I'm very much a girl under adult authority which basically means if I mess up it won't be just a scolding but highly likely to involve a well spanked or caned bottom too for which their won't be much sympathy cos I do have choices about how I act even if some aspects of my life are badly impacted by medical condition such as my amazingly bad short-term memory.
I mean I might well fail a 'memory test' of one was administered as I'm always forgetting stuff even with an hour or less of being reminded but am just as capable of blowing a raspberry and just refusing to co-operate as anyone else.
It may be odd but this life works better for me.

End of term

The sort of conversation I could picture at my school as one who did line up outside certain doors to the sniggers and "what trouble are you in?","What'cha gonna get" remarks other kids gave me although I didn't get into trouble at end of term unlike some.
This blog will be paused for a period after Christmas as I'll be busy helping out my family make Christmas happen and unlike in previous years in 2016 I am expected not to spending my time stuffing myself with chocolate while being online as part of making more more responsible for myself and others within my limits, helping out, doing more.
It also is the case that frankly I could use a break from a certain site too given the drama always going on and how events have effected me so badly so I need to prioritize my own emotional well-being more which this process I'm being put though is about.

Away day schooling

It's a bit of a while since I wrote anything around the re-creation of schooling a form of words I'm now a bit more for as "school based role play" for me implies in part I am role playing the child at school and with me this whole whole thing is more like I have that child running 24/7 in me.
Effectively you've created a school with all the things I recall of my education that I just attend.
One of the things I did involved having a math  lesson taught to me by a person being  a teacher doing what was called "chalk and talk" where they would talk away but write important concepts and any questions on the chalkboard for you to do.
For my part I was dressed in a traditional black tunic (Brit speak: "Gymslip") with tie and school socks at a equally traditional wooden desk with a  hole for in, grooves for your pens and a lift up slightly sloped lid that before flat "Go-Pak" stacking school furniture such as tables became popular you had together with matching wooden chairs with an S shape bottom.
Like most I was taught metric units as my home country went metric during this period  although for somethings imperial never went away like road distances and part of this lesson covered an introduction to Imperial weights and measures that I had to sit and write down from the chalkboard including the questions set on each unit.
This covered ounces, pounds, stones, hundred-weights  and tones when it came to Mass, inches, feet, yards, cubits, chains and miles in linear measurement.
I also had set some multiplication and division work too that I had to copy, answering all the questions.
The work from the point of view of presentation, neatness of writing and showing of workings out was examined in addition to marking the answers to questions set and my attitude toward studying.
My work was then written on in red pen.
Overall I hadn't done too badly but I had made a few mistakes down to not being as careful as I should of been as when asked to show how I got the answer where I had made mistakes, I did get it right first time so it wasn't a question of not knowing or comprehending.
Because it was that and nothing to do with my actual learning limitations which are NEVER a reason to, I was instructed to bend over the desk at each unit where this had occurred to be spanked either by hand or for one which was more around not paying sufficient attention to the work, the tawse.

This needless to say did hurt persisting for some time but to be honest, it is what lead to it that really is more the problem: I don't take the care I could to produce work that limitations aside I am actually capable of, that reflect my abilities rather than my disabilities.
In that sense what might in the past of been called "school based role playing" has real benefits in helping to change because it identifies in real-life situations those attitudes and behaviours that need correcting and delivers the lessons that in all honesty people who were less centred around the dis in my disabilities excusing me and more on abilities and training me to use them properly in same way my peers were really should of done.
For me then this bit of the weekend away was really beneficial.

If only...

Minimalism it has to be said was not really something I was brought up with with everything we ever owned, shoe-horned in, a skill that no doubt aided my ability to really pack a suitcase right to the brim with stuff. Indeed it was something of a standing joke between Dad and Guesthouse owners upon arrival  whenever we went on vacations that we had  more stuff for four days away than many had for ten or more overseas.

Although I never had a word for it even in those days of film cameras, I used to attempt to take pictures of myself, trying on various outfits in the room sometimes involving putting the camera on a tripod looking toward a wall or chair or just hnad holding it in front of the wardrobe mirror.

Sometimes I wish back then we'd of had a smartphone so could of taken pictures like this easily or gotten Mom to taken them for me.

That's cos I like to document my life in time.

Outdoor play and the middle

For me being in little or middle space as about the magic, the innocence of letting your Inner Child out in a natural way that involves play which be indoors or it may take an outdoor type exploring nearby woodland, switching off adult distractions taking in the wonder of what's there and its potential.
Often there are things that you may play with such as tree barks, dead branches, you may blow the seeds on an dandelion, watching them disperse in the wind. You may bring things with you such as a kite to fly or have a run about having fun with each other.
Grown ups may be with you, may have a overseeing role but that role is just about keeping you safe as that 'child' just as it always was in actual childhood, nothing more.

Vacationing middle

This time of year is one where my sense of middleness is at it's strongest as I recall the long summer vacations and great anticipation of the family seaside vacation where I'd play most days for hours on the beach only interrupted  by going into cafes and seaside shops for toys and summer comic special editions.
For me even now, my vacations are similar lacking the 'adult' sophistication in many ways a recreation of those from my childhood being a self created 'age-play' situation I feel most comfortable in.