I am almost a week out from the end of the school year from hell. Why exactly that is the case is my summer project to figure out. Maybe it was the school turmoil. The fact that the school ended up in the papers in an unfavorable light about once a month. Maybe it's that sports hold value in the American society and the arts sometimes seem like they are simply fighting for survival. I teach a "recreation" where as the cross country coach teaches a life mission. Whatever. Braun vs aesthetics. Here, braun seems dominate. And this is why I should have moved to Europe many moons ago. It's not my fault that people are too stupid to feel emotion or communicate non verbally. Ok, so I have a pretty big soapbox there. I'll rant more at another time. Maybe it was the fact that work ( am jazz, school, lessons, orchestras) got a little insane so that a standard work day was 6am to 11pm. But everybody does that.... right? Maybe it's the fact that the state education budget ( not to mention the federal one) was drastically cut so that the raise percentage for next year averaged about 1.5%. Yea. That gets little C and I to McDonalds at least once more a month.
Hard to believe I actually do like my job. But a few more years like this, and I'll have to start figuring out what else I am good at :-)
In the midst of all that, I am _finally_ in the stages of putting together my condo. It is still firmly in "builder beige" and I'm just not feeling that. So, I must ponder and wonder what color(s) I should paint things and then go out on the limb, commit to the color and start swinging that paint brush. I am both anxious to do this and simultaneously scared to death. I know it can always be repainted, but I think I am allergic to investing time into things which turn out to be a mistake? And then spending more time attempting to fix that mistake. Does that make sense? I know in the end, you learn things and nothing is permanent, but, why waste the time unless your pretty damn sure it's what you want? All this for paint. Hmmmm.
The little guy has been with me straight for the past 3 weeks I think. His dad is in the middle east ( playing for diplomats, not fighting with big guns) and his grandparents headed for NH a while ago. He's a handful but it's been a blast. We saw "UP", which actually was really cool, and have done some other fun stuff. We attempted to get his remote controlled Apache helicopter in flight, but.... well.... that wasn't pretty. I'll wait until my parents are out here again and ask good ole daddy for some manly assistance on that one. His dad comes back in the next couple days and I think that is good. Christian will get some time to spend with him and his girlfriend and her 2 kids ( which Christian hasn't totally decided whether he likes or not). It's hard to explain to Christian the differences between his father and me. It's hard to explain why... let's just leave that there, but I try and I think he gets some of it. And the stuff I don't get, well, I just tell him I don't get it either :-)
This week we are preparing for our grand escapade back to MD. Last year I dreaded this trip, but this year, I'm actually looking forward to it. I have a few things I want to do. Little things - take a picture of my high school, walk around my folks neighborhood, take Christian to the park down the street, catch up with the friends that I seem to have missed every other stinking visit back. I might even venture back to VA to the University where I started college. Just a snapshot of things past. Then to the beach. Ahhh, the beach. I need to dial up the energy so I can wake up for at least one sunrise, get my am bike ride or walk in before short stuff wakes up and the activities really take off. And maybe we'll go to Barnegate lighthouse again. I went there many times as a kids with my grandparents. Let's see if I can still climb that one :-) Oh, how I hope the weather is ok ( mostly for Christian's sake). I'd be ok with a book, rain, and the sound of the ocean, but for a 9 year old, that's major suckage. It's also be great if the water temp was above body numbing temps as well.
What else? Not much. Our tadpole "Willy" passed away. We had a farewell ceremony and then flushed him. And so of course we get two more. Can't leave the hotel "Atlantis" empty for long. Darn these elementary teachers and their maturation/ growth lessons. The 3 gerbils are still kicking and for the time being we are the keepers of Ken's 2 guinea pigs. I am highly allergic to these creatures, but with a face mask, all is well. I'll be sad, yet happy to see them go.
So that's what's been happening here. I guess it's time to retire for the night.
This was an informative entry. I'll go for funny next time :-)
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