Friday, March 25, 2011

Wild Blue Yonder


Well, it's done - I turned in my application to substitute teach in our local school district.  It's getting down to the last quarter of the school year, so I don't know how fast they'll move to interview me (if they choose to), or how often they'll call me (if they hire me).  But, nothing ventured, nothing gained.  If nothing else, they'll know who I am for the fall.  Although I would very much like to earn a little extra money through the end of this school year.  Even one day of work a week would make a difference.

I redid my resume from scratch, since I haven't had a current one in about 14 years.  Interesting - I've spent a LOT of my working life with special needs adults.  And it was so long ago, it was weird to look back on it.  Even stranger was visiting the website of a former employer and seeing one of my former residents in a short promotional video clip.  It was good to see him; he was a real character, and fun to work with, and it looks like he hasn't changed a bit.

In other news, our son has made it through a whole week without losing his temper at school.  I am so proud of him!  One more week like this and he'll earn that DVD set.  He's quite proud of himself for doing so well, and he's really motivated to earn the video, so I'm glad for his sake.


Our daughter had a chorus concert this week.  She loves to sing, and she's really enjoying the third grade chorus.  Her music teacher had the kids singing in Spanish for one song, and they did two Irish tunes as well. ("Cockles and Mussels,"  and "I'll Tell Me Ma" - I wish she'd sing them for her Papa, who's from Dublin.)  I was really impressed with the older kids singing, too - the middle grade choir did fun songs, and the senior choir did some really nice jazz - "It's Only A Paper Moon," one of my favorites, and "Fly Me To The Moon," as well as a more difficult Latin church piece they're working up for NYSMA.  Princess Yakyak says she wants to continue with chorus next year, and we're all for that.  If she'd rather do that than take an instrument, that's fine.  She's already shown an aptitude for vocal music, which pleases us, and all of her grandparents and aunts and uncles (they're almost all musically inclined in one way or another).
In Dublin's fair city,
Where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles!  And mussels!  Alive, alive, oh!"
"Alive, alive, oh,
Alive, alive, oh",
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".