When I was in fourth or fifth grade, and finally comprehended fractions, I figured out why the year had gone by so quickly: a year is a fraction of a life, and as you age, the fraction gets smaller and smaller! Well, that explains birthdays. But it doesn't explain how the clock these days seems to be juiced.
I wish to announce that I have just posted the final assignment in the second of two classes that I took on-line for re-licensure. When I took an adjunct teaching gig in another state (just across the river!) I had to compile the credential file -- and discovered that I was about to become un-licensed in June this year if I didn't hurry up and follow the rules! On-line was the answer (and I have been very very pleased with the set-up and with all that I learned). I signed up and paid the fee.... and then took on two more gigs. Life has been a whirl! There are seeds in seed-starter already dead or already showing root-compaction. The yard is raked (thank you, dear) and the flower beds look like dressed up chaos (thank you, daffodils). And there are at least four piles on the shelf of papers to be corrected (what was I thinking?!?!?). But the credits are done, and as part of this announcement, I declare them to be well-worth the time & effort.
Next on the list: apply for that full time job -- and also answer "YES" to an offer of adjunct work. Life is just a series of Showing Up, and the details (like how and when) will get worked out. I have faith in the spring: on the river, in my garden, and in my life.
Today, I splurged my time. I went shopping with a girlfriend who is a CPA -- we both stole time from other duties, and giggled and shared and got some new spring clothes! And, I went for a boat-ride in Hubby's new toy -- and we giggled and shared and made a new memory. It was a great day!
Now, it simply must be over. It's 10:30 PM. The dog gave up and went to bed. If it wasn't for the Brewers, Hubby would be in bed (he's involved in five separate Scrabble games on Facebook right now, but uses the Brewers as an excuse to stay up). I'm too old to stay up too late, and tomorrow's mental Do-List is long long long. And, I yearn to return to a re-read of Dick Francis's Bolt. Discipline: the key to aging gracefully and fulfilling all of your voluntary duties. Discipline says I must sleep now. Good night, moon!
