Sleep, schmeep.

Hey, since I’m up, let’s chat.

It’s been a while, for sure, fiend. I’ve thought about writing to you — every day, in fact — but doesn’t “stuff” just get in the way? As with working out, cleaning closets, starting that novel…it’s easier to push things to tomorrow. And tomorrow, and tomorrow.

To say that life in the Rat race has been uninteresting would be untrue. This school year has been one of the most surprising for me. One learns much when one is placed in a position of leadership. When I consented to be president of my teachers’ association, I really didn’t know what to expect. I spent a good deal of my summer reading about labor law, but I must say it didn’t prepare me for all I have experienced this year. Of course, I can’t speak in specifics, but oh my, what I lack in book smarts I continue to learn by immersion. If they asked me, I could write a book.

Not all of it’s been bad, either. I work with a fine group of smart, fun, dedicated teachers, who are willing to do what’s necessary to fight for kids in an atmosphere of great uncertainty, given our present insane and inane climate of education “reform.” I’m keeping hope alive.

It seems like the year has flown by. Two major shows done, and now I’m looking at final exams, spring concerts and graduation. Forty days remain, and year 24 is in the books. I’m looking forward to some time with family and friends this summer. With the big Coldwell Banker sign in our front yard, the DC Odyssey is on hold for the moment, so there’s some uncertainty there, but no biggy.

We’ve had several people look at the house, and while they’ve all liked it, each has had a reason to not pull the trigger (they don’t want “that much house,” the kitchen’s too small, there’s no bathroom without navigating steps, etc.). Open house is this Saturday noon, put on by our realtor. So I’ll be spending my Friday evening and Saturday morning helping to get the space back to museum quality. It’s a waiting game for sure, but I’m not as stressed about it as I thought I’d be, or as I was at the outset. If it sells, we look for another place, and if we can’t find one we like right away, we store our stuff and look for a smaller place to rent until Dream House makes its appearance. I’m learning to not stress about every little thing. Que será, será. 

I don’t like this one-post-per-month thing; need to give my little world here some serious TLC. And I totally spaced off RtB’s 8th birthday! Back on 22 February, I passed the eight year milestone and neglected to post about it. I love this little place, truly. But lately, it’s been like Route 66 when they built I-40:  kind of left by the wayside to fend for itself while other, more shiny things took precedence. Time for an overhaul; maybe redecorate? New theme? Hmmm. Fortunately, in 40 days, I’ll have time to think about it.

But for today, as you know, it’s the shower, the road, and the schoolhouse. Happy Tunesday. :-)

FO

7 thoughts on “Sleep, schmeep.

  1. RD

    Thanks for your post. It’s good to hear from you again. I loved your Route 66 compared to I 40 analogy. I knew first hand what you were describing. We enjoyed travelling it, thanks to you able guidance. In my current adventure my life is like that too. I can’t seem to find time for things that I used to do as other things are taking precedence. I haven’t had a decent bike ride in months. Selfishly, I’m saddened to hear that your DC road trip is on hold. I was hoping for a chance to connect. However, maybe our adventure in VA will be concluded by then. We have no idea of an exact ending date. I’m really looking forward to a conversation with you about your tenure as president of the teachers association, but I have no idea when that might be. Que será, será. Happy belated anniversary to RtB. May there by many more!

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  2. David

    As with all really good, life long friendship…it always seems like we were never apart!

    Good to see you Ms Fink…Peace!

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  3. Mavis

    Bird! You’ve returned to your nest, dear sis. I’ll be praying that your open house goes swimmingly! Keep me informed. Missed you here in this box! Love!!!

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  4. Rat Fink Post author

    So I’m finishing my lunch break, and I decide to check into RtB, and what do I find? Five of my favorite fiends, all come to say hello.

    Thank you for your constant encouragement of me and my little corner here. I heart you all!

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