Did you see a dog was elected major of some town in Kentucky? Seems a better choice than some. Still waiting, America…still waiting.
For the first time ever in my teaching existence, I finished grades the day the gradebook opened. Why? Because I am leaving this afternoon to drive to 29 Palms for an art installation I have work in, and I still have to plan for next week (which often takes anywhere from 6-15 hours). Can’t do it while I drive or while I install/help. Honestly not sure how it will get done. I can teach one of the three subjects on Monday as is…the other two will take a little work. Then if I have to catch up during prep, I can. I feel like I’m always playing catchup though. It’s affecting my ability to do everything: make art, fix things around the house, answer freakin’ email. And then a counselor asks how many times I’ve contacted parents about a kid who rarely shows up to class, and I’m like, if you can tell me how to find one email on the app we use to contact parents? I’ll tell you that answer. But I have over 200 to dig through, most with multiple blind-copied recipients, and I can’t figure out how to search easily. So I don’t have time for that. This morning is a potentially contentious meeting and I’m not ready for it, but I have 22 minutes before that. Write fast!
Here’s the piece that’s being installed at the Labyrinth our fearless leader is building…
Should be an interesting weekend. I’ll be taking my sketchbook and my school computer and the man who lives with me.
No cats though. This was the night after election night. Turn off the TV, can’t watch the numbers, just put lines on paper. I still haven’t decided what to work on next. I’m flailing.
Next week. I will figure it out.
It’ll be in the Winter issue. The real live show that was going to be out where my daughter is? That’s gone virtual, unfortunately. I also got into another local show, so more will be coming on that. AND…finally got the photos back of COVID Daughters from the photographer…
She’ll be off to her new owner next week.
This bread had to come out 5 minutes early because I had to start teaching. I suck at bread scheduling.
Interesting spaceship on top.
Wednesday night, I walked in the dark. I worked until just about 5 with my coworker and the time change is a fucker, isn’t it?
Took my headlamp. Made it most of the way without it. Honestly it’s for the cars so they will see me.
Luna love while I’m trying to work…
So helpful. She and her sister played a game of Under as well.
IDK who won.
I really expected Simba to fight this more…
Girlchild wanted him to dress up as a panda apparently.
We’ve been getting these spectacular sunsets lately…
There’s probably something bad we’re doing to the environment to cause them.
I’ll leave you with this…
Motivational sayings on product boxes? OK.
Today? Teach. All day. Hopefully I know what I’m doing. Pack and drive a lot. Sleep. Tomorrow art in a socially distanced manner. Desperately try to plan for teaching next week in between all that. It’ll be fine. I might even be OK with it.
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And your Mr Biden values teachers. About bloody time someone did.