Life is good. Really good. We are emptying the last few boxes from our move, and are now just waiting to arrange the transportation of our piano, sofa and bunkbeds from the old house. I feel so settled and centred here, like all my life's dreams and efforts have brought me to this beautiful old (for Vancouver, anyway) house with the wrap around porch and enough storage space for me to be the pack-rat that is in my DNA, but I strive to deny. And next year, I will be teaching all of Social Studies 7 (Ancient Mesopotamia, Ancient Egypt, Ancient China, Ancient India, Ancient Greece and Ancient Rome) and Latin 8 and Latin 9. Oh, and one class of English, just so I can still be taken seriously as an FSA-linked teacher. But OMG, my life dream has come through and I feel like I have fulfilled my old professor's advice to create your own job. I really hope that I can develop my Latin course into an Ancient Languages programme in the future, and eventually drop the English. I am looking forward to a little Senior School teaching, made all the more enjoyable because I know many of my students. I will be spending quite a bit of time getting ready for next year over the summer.
DS1 and DS2 are over the moon at the acquisition of two kittens: a teenage mom and her baby boy, whom they have named after the main characters from the Shrek offshoot, Puss in Boots and Kitty Soft Paws (but we are not getting them declawed). I have my ears peeled for the sounds of scratching. Nothing too serious yet.
They are providing hilarious events in the household too: tonight, as I was scooping the poop into the toilet, Puss gallopped into the bathroom and did his usual leaping routine from the tub to the toilet on the way to the sink, but he didn't realise the seat was up and he fell into the toilet. Luckily there wasn't anything too gross in there, but I still ended up disinfecting after all the splashing that went on. Can't wait to tell the kids in the morning.
Yes, I survived my first year of teaching at our lovely school. I can't believe I have 10 weeks off, and I am being paid! Plus we are not paying for a nanny, so I feel like I am getting paid again. So far so good with the kids. They are getting to the point sometimes where they need to be separated, and are quite amenable to being directed to do doing some book work, but they will never ask for it.
Will try to write more often now that I have the internet set up in the house, not that it currently reaches the study, so I have to sit in the living room on our new gorgeous sofa with my husband.
Last week, our patio furniture arrived (no thanks to the delivery jerks), and we have entertained twice outside already. Heavenly conversation set. Had my dear friend from Grade 1 and her family over. We hang out quite regularly, but it really hit us that we were lounging around, eating lovely BBQ food, our children sitting at the kids' table, our spouses chatting merrily, after 33 years of friendship. Now that is something!
Must run.
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