Saturday mornings seem to me to be the best
daylog times. They feel like no other mornings. The clearheadedness of enough sleep, the quiet and light of the house that I usually miss because I'm off in a
fluorescent-lit classroom somewhere. The blessed second cup of
coffee. Serious coffee, fresh-ground
French Roast. Today I also get
KALX on the radio,
boyfriend in the shower, and kid baking
coffee cake.
Fall is the best season.
So as I look back on the week, the world has gone crazy, but the regular
thread of daily life weaves along. The District decided, after
seven years, that I don't have the correct
credential to be teching
Middle School. They've lost all my
transcripts and need to convene a Peer Review Board to grant me a
waiver to continue teaching the
curriculum they paid me to
write for them. Ahhh yes!
Bureaucracy in
action!
Meanwhile, I contemplate
anthrax, train the new aide, finsh the web page and
cereal box projects, prep a presentation on instant messaging for the parent
community, and try to figure out when I'll have time to
spin some
records and relax for a night or so. I'm still trying to figure out how to deal with the woman who decided she had a crush on my boyfriend, and spent the better part of
two months trying to
seduce him before I finally called her on it and caused all
hell to break loose. She's a
drama queen, not a good friend, but someone I'd like to know better, though this episode has quelled that feeling pretty well. She's mailing me with 'can we still be friends?' messages and I'm just not feeling much like responding.
The
house grows warmer as the
oven heats up. That second cup is ready now.
Kiddo is going to take her
bass over to The
Boy's house this
afternoon. He plays
guitar and they have been getting together to play pretty regularly. He's still in eighth grade, and she's a
freshman, so they don't see each other at
school anymore. They talk
online every night,
email all the time, but she insists he's just a
friend. This is fine with me, and I've made clear to her I've got no pressure to put on her about having a boyfriend. Lots of her friends' folks seem to feel a great need for their kids to be
hooked up with someone at this point. I just want her to be happy... man! I know what I was up to at her age, and she's nowhere near as
needy as I was, and has far more self respect than I ever did.
Social and
commercial pressure is so huge at her age. I am so relieved that she seems to be happy to be who she is and is not striving to be who she thinks others want her to be. I
admire her a lot, in fact, for her drive, her individuality, her sense of fairness and her openness. I admire her poetic sentences, her loony humor and her sense of
style. I'm plain lucky she came to live with me.
Horus asked me to be the
best man at his wedding next summer. I've been wondering for years if he'd ask me when the day came, cause I am, after all, a woman. Given the singular nature of our friendship in the first place, I kind of assumed he'd ask me, but I expected the
fiancé factor had to come into play as well. I didn't know if she'd go for the idea, though she and I are great good friends as well. I shouldn't have doubted her though, another lesson learned. And, I get to plan the bachelor party, and make the toast at the reception! It's
exciting, really, because I can use this as an opportunity to help bring in elements important to him. I've been compiling song lyrics and
Crowley quotes to weave into a toast of
congratulations, and its satisying me greatly.
Fabulous looking
strusel, I've been given a preview!
Cinnamon smells float through the house. I really ought to get dressed.