The one thing that I don't deal with well is time. It's been a week since summer holidays "officially" started and I think it took a grand total of 12 hours until I found myself in a delirious state of boredom. Really there is no reason for that. I have now realized that I am surrounded by busyness, sometimes I just have to look harder to find it.
Fortunately the last 7 days have kept me hopping. Last week my parents invested a tremendous amount of time in our house by doing us the gracious favor of installing floor. The adventure started last Monday. The four of us all pitched in, but it was my dad who was the ring leader of the operation. Without him none of it would have been possible. The job came to an end on Saturday. It just adds another dimension to the house, making it all look that much more complete.
The tile has been installed, countertops put in, and the garage is being built as I sit here in the air-conditioning typing this update. Pictures can be seen in the post below. A week from now I will be frantically packing boxes and cleaning out my apartment, saying farewell to life in the city.
In between flooring shifts we did manage to sneak in a night of camping. I wasn't feeling it though. There were things that I needed to get done, and those who know me understand that I have a hard time focusing until everything is in place. One of those things was my third assignment for my distance education class. The daunting task of researching four different resources that included an Aboriginal perspective began on Friday. I'm happy to say that as of 10:00 this morning I finished the writing portion of the assignment. All that's left is some proof-reading, submitting, and keeping my fingers crossed that what I did put together was at least somewhat close to what the prof is looking for. The last of the tasks might be the biggest stretch of all!
Now let me go back in time. My teaching career at Green Valley School came to an end exactly one week ago. It didn't end without excessive tears and second-guessing on my part. In fact I'm still not done with the second guessing. I honestly mean every word when I say that I am leaving the best group of kids I have ever known. The parting words that the students left me with will never be forgotten. The memories with the students will never be forgotten. In fact, I am anxiously anticipating days ahead when I have the privilege of once again seeing the faces and visiting with the students whose company I had become accustomed to every morning, lunch hour, and afternoon. The sad realization is, that although there will be many students that I do see again, there will be some that I may never see again. For all the students I am thankful. They have opened up their lives and given me the opportunity to know the person inside. They have taught me more than I could have imagined. They are, and will be missed. New starts are exciting and healthy but visiting my new school today reminded me of what I am leaving behind.
Time to wipe my eyes.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Picture Update
My contributions to flooring installation...
Tile in the entrance
No bumming around...
Tile in the bathroom
Countertop on the island
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Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Time
The one thing that I don't deal with well is time. It's been a week since summer holidays "officially" started and I think it took a grand total of 12 hours until I found myself in a delirious state of boredom. Really there is no reason for that. I have now realized that I am surrounded by busyness, sometimes I just have to look harder to find it.
Fortunately the last 7 days have kept me hopping. Last week my parents invested a tremendous amount of time in our house by doing us the gracious favor of installing floor. The adventure started last Monday. The four of us all pitched in, but it was my dad who was the ring leader of the operation. Without him none of it would have been possible. The job came to an end on Saturday. It just adds another dimension to the house, making it all look that much more complete.
The tile has been installed, countertops put in, and the garage is being built as I sit here in the air-conditioning typing this update. Pictures can be seen in the post below. A week from now I will be frantically packing boxes and cleaning out my apartment, saying farewell to life in the city.
In between flooring shifts we did manage to sneak in a night of camping. I wasn't feeling it though. There were things that I needed to get done, and those who know me understand that I have a hard time focusing until everything is in place. One of those things was my third assignment for my distance education class. The daunting task of researching four different resources that included an Aboriginal perspective began on Friday. I'm happy to say that as of 10:00 this morning I finished the writing portion of the assignment. All that's left is some proof-reading, submitting, and keeping my fingers crossed that what I did put together was at least somewhat close to what the prof is looking for. The last of the tasks might be the biggest stretch of all!
Now let me go back in time. My teaching career at Green Valley School came to an end exactly one week ago. It didn't end without excessive tears and second-guessing on my part. In fact I'm still not done with the second guessing. I honestly mean every word when I say that I am leaving the best group of kids I have ever known. The parting words that the students left me with will never be forgotten. The memories with the students will never be forgotten. In fact, I am anxiously anticipating days ahead when I have the privilege of once again seeing the faces and visiting with the students whose company I had become accustomed to every morning, lunch hour, and afternoon. The sad realization is, that although there will be many students that I do see again, there will be some that I may never see again. For all the students I am thankful. They have opened up their lives and given me the opportunity to know the person inside. They have taught me more than I could have imagined. They are, and will be missed. New starts are exciting and healthy but visiting my new school today reminded me of what I am leaving behind.
Time to wipe my eyes.
Fortunately the last 7 days have kept me hopping. Last week my parents invested a tremendous amount of time in our house by doing us the gracious favor of installing floor. The adventure started last Monday. The four of us all pitched in, but it was my dad who was the ring leader of the operation. Without him none of it would have been possible. The job came to an end on Saturday. It just adds another dimension to the house, making it all look that much more complete.
The tile has been installed, countertops put in, and the garage is being built as I sit here in the air-conditioning typing this update. Pictures can be seen in the post below. A week from now I will be frantically packing boxes and cleaning out my apartment, saying farewell to life in the city.
In between flooring shifts we did manage to sneak in a night of camping. I wasn't feeling it though. There were things that I needed to get done, and those who know me understand that I have a hard time focusing until everything is in place. One of those things was my third assignment for my distance education class. The daunting task of researching four different resources that included an Aboriginal perspective began on Friday. I'm happy to say that as of 10:00 this morning I finished the writing portion of the assignment. All that's left is some proof-reading, submitting, and keeping my fingers crossed that what I did put together was at least somewhat close to what the prof is looking for. The last of the tasks might be the biggest stretch of all!
Now let me go back in time. My teaching career at Green Valley School came to an end exactly one week ago. It didn't end without excessive tears and second-guessing on my part. In fact I'm still not done with the second guessing. I honestly mean every word when I say that I am leaving the best group of kids I have ever known. The parting words that the students left me with will never be forgotten. The memories with the students will never be forgotten. In fact, I am anxiously anticipating days ahead when I have the privilege of once again seeing the faces and visiting with the students whose company I had become accustomed to every morning, lunch hour, and afternoon. The sad realization is, that although there will be many students that I do see again, there will be some that I may never see again. For all the students I am thankful. They have opened up their lives and given me the opportunity to know the person inside. They have taught me more than I could have imagined. They are, and will be missed. New starts are exciting and healthy but visiting my new school today reminded me of what I am leaving behind.
Time to wipe my eyes.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Picture Update
My contributions to flooring installation...
Tile in the entrance
No bumming around...Tile in the bathroom
Countertop on the island
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