The only downside of giving notice and fleeing yet another job is that I no longer get to see the beautiful mornings. Sure, I could and do see the morning from home, and that is another pleasure, but I don't see it rising over the familiar landscapes of our region. Home is currently situated between hills, so once day breaks, it's a slow process before any direct sunshine plays a part. There's something different about waiting for the sun to make its way past the ridge for several hours from seeing it hang low over a scenic rolling vista. Sue me.
What's the next step? Substitute teaching. The pay's better, the self esteem is better, and I'd rather get bitched out by kids than middle aged nut-jobs who angrily demand to know "Why's everything bad happen to me?!" when they didn't notice that an item they ordered has an estimated shipping time of 1-2 weeks. I've finally completed all the preliminary work and am now waiting for the next board meeting to be approved for a certificate from the state. You know, anyone who may have had the joy of talking to me at the end of my case management days, there's nothing like working with kids, and I'm optimistic about pruning out the home involvement with teaching.
In the meantime... I haven't been as efficient with my use of meantime as I've meant to be, as usual. I have written a few pages in an ongoing and revitalized project which makes me a bit cheerful. I started painting, which is off to a rocky but well-liked start. Jenny Gump the rat terrier still remembers how to roll over on command, so I have some lasting influence in this world. Efforts to be a more fit and healthy person continue, but slowly, of course. It's so easy to be unhealthy and so hard to become healthy. Some people would say what's externally perceived as healthy, but I'll complain that bridge when I come to it and I've got a ways to go. Just Dance is, surprisingly, a formidable ally that Alicia and I do vicious Wii battle on.
We got addicted to and ran through all the Netflix episodes of Glee, and I'm highly impatient for more. I had an unhealthy skepticism of that show that proved unfounded, as it's one of the more balanced depictions of high school drama I've seen. The singing is a bonus.
Look, I'll be real, I hadn't intended to take such a long break from the blog this time, I just started hating life so intensely. Initially, this was supposed to a place for me to wax rhapsodic about those previously mentioned morning views.
You know, the ones where the ground's covered in a thick frost that casts a pale shadow on all objects but lights up golden in the breaking sun? Where the road sparkles with flecks of ice? Where the clouds cluster in muted shades to break the sunlight into rays? Weathered barns slowly disintegrating greyly in silhouette, their boards curling at the ends? Yeah, I miss those.
