I found myself wishing that I’d gotten a teaching job here, but I discovered that if you do as I did, and go to state colleges, you will end up teaching at the same. This is a given. Amazingly, no one I have ever met has acknowledged this. I also wouldn’t have looked or acted the part.
This afternoon El had her friend Jane over – El had spent considerable time preparing for the afternoon activity, which was rock painting. She’d gone to Michael’s art supply store and purchased all the supplies, paint and brushes and pallets included – and even had a drop cloth on hand for her kitchen table. And, of course, she’d gone rock collecting, and prepped the rocks so the paint would stick to them.
I was so overwhelmed (I can’t think of a better word to describe my feelings) – that I could not do a good job painting my rocks I ended up painting over what I’d painted. In retrospect, I should have drawn out what I wanted to paint before I painted it.
Afterwards, El and Jane and I played Scrabble. The pressure was on – El has always considered me to be a good Scrabble player. At the same time, she has become extremely competitive, while I have become less so.
I did win. I wasn’t even paying much attention to what I was doing. I just had good letters and got lucky. I would not have cared if I’d lost.
I am, of course, extremely homesick. I read in the online paper, the Anchorage Daily News, that the weather on the home front is really bad. The report indicated that the Mat-Su Valley is experiencing rain and snow and high winds. Power lines are down. I hope that all the critters on the home front are okay. Most likely, the roads are bad and no one is going anywhere.
So I’m lucky to be here, enjoying the fall colors and the milder temperatures and hoping that when it’s time for me to fly home that the skies are blue and windless and precipitation free.
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