Sorry for rambling on about the house; but it's important to my overall psyche....I have bad vibes because the builder is taking his damn sweet time putting the house together. According to the loose-lipped salesman, they laid off their "normal" crew because business was so slow, and they don't want to rehire them because they'll have to pay unemployment. As a result, they have a skeleton crew working on our house -- and they have turned a "3-day job" into a two-week job.
*heavy sigh*
It's tough being homeless, albeit temporarily. We have a roof over our heads, but it is not home: it is filled with other people's junk. I want junk of my own. I HAVE junk of my own, sitting at the furniture store, waiting for the go-ahead to deliver. When will that be? Only the goddesses know.
In the meantime, life rolls by. Teaching is going well, even the 4th block class from hell is cooperating and they really got into their black & white 35 mm film assignment. We develop the film in the darkroom today, which is always fun. Seriously, nothing like being with 8 adolescents in a pitch-black room for 15 minutes or so to make you appreciate your sanity. :)
Sanity? Did I just say that? Ms. Wacko on anti-depressants just professed to be sane? Ha ha ha ha ha ha. I must be in a good mood, aside from the morning pukes and reticence to get to work.
No house, but in a holding pattern. To refer back to my previous scatological reference, I think we're over the pain and are simply waiting for the poop to flow.
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After being censored by school administration, this teacher curled up her tail and went offline...until she got writers block. Welcome to Thresholds: Offline This is her attempt to get her mojo back. Enjoy.
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