In this blog format my writing style can come off as cryptic. To date I’ve only had one visitor: me. So I don’t really need to concern myself with any literary performance to speak of.
What’s developed?
So much that it’s hard to list it all so I’ll try to distill it as best I can.
Mardi Gras (Mardi Sans-Gras) just passed this week. The country has been in some form of a shut down from coast to coast since Covid-19 made it’s fashionably late arrival last year. I say “fashionably late” because, it seems, it was here, but remained “unannounced” due to official malpractice in U.S. American politics. So Mardi Gras last year was a super spreader event, it seems- but how were we to know? Now we, the people, have largely been holed up for a year, and it’s starting to weigh on us. Our imperfections are glaring through, TikTok and Netflix(Bridgerton) are major distractions and in the deep South, public school students resumed their academic year back in August. So, as a teacher, we’re still doing the day-in, day-out M-F regime except that we have the lovely added hurdle of “no. mask goes above your nose” 80+ times a day. Lucky us, though! Teachers are NOW OFFICIALLY allowed to be vaccinated come Monday. Today is Friday. In February during 2021. Teachers have been without vaccines and teaching IN PERSON since the beginning of August.
It’s still teaching. It’s still the worst. My feelings about my current career have become abundantly clear this year. So it’s time to make some moves!
So understandbly, come the SHUT DOWN, my husband and I reveled in it. It suited both of our work styles, our home style, our diet style, our exercise style- ALL OF IT. It was amazing and we miss that.
Once April and May rolled through and I was deep into virtual teaching, it became apparent that we wouldn’t be returning to school (to teach) for the 2019-2020 school year. Once I had shed my sham-tears, all I had to do at some point was “pack up for summer” after my virtual classes ended. And so, we left for our previously planned Alaska summer two weeks early, as long as I promised not to tell my coworkers, per my employer.
That summer in Homer, Alaska was definitive for us. We would make a decision that would contour the rest of our lives. And it is, admittedly, a privileged place to be, isn’t it? To perch safely and be able to plan the next phase(s) of your life in the spirit of optimism and options? Shut downs did not affect us like it did so many of my friends and colleagues. It elevated us. It provided enough clearing in the day-to-day doldrums for us to clearly see our option. So here we are.
We purchased a home, a BEAUTIFUL home, with a spectacular view of the Kachemak Bay. Not a mountain cabin. Not a cottage. But an artist’s home. We’ve owned it for about 8-9 months now and we’re still thrilled. We were able to “live” in it for about 2 weeks before locking it up for the rest of the year while we returned to our Southern home. It needs quite a bit of furniture and a few updates but I’m SO READY to dive in that I can hardly stand it. So maybe this will become a B&B blog?
Shit’s Wild! Roll with it!