Sardines, Not Just For Breakfast
No knitting to show. I've got a couple of things that are coming down the river that will be able to be shown off soon. And I'm hoping to canoodle with Toni this weekend if the mini-men will let me.
A couple of big things have gone down here.
One involves Dr. Mad Scientist. He wasn't recommended for renewal at his school.
Not surprising. There's a big old rant here about how no one should be judged by three 30 minute snapshots of their work. But I'll save it.
His supervisor, (who word on the street is also getting shitcanned) said he's a good teacher, just not in a Big Urban High School. And neither he nor I can deny that.
I think he would do well at an Urban-Lite school--like the one he went to high school at.
Nice thing about the whole situation is that he found out now--and not say August 31st, which is more typical of the way Newark schools tend to run. He's got plenty of time to hit the pavement.
And he has been. There's a couple of jobs he found that I think would be an amazing fit, but I'm not counting my seeds before they're transplanted.
There's another issue that's been dragging me down that I'm hesitant to blog about until it's over.
Let's just say it directly deals, again, with this highly urban setting.
I've been battling home (or maybe just open space)-sickness as a result.
The other night I got undressed to take a shower. It's been warming up enough to keep the windows open at night (ugh). So I'm sitting there by the (curtained) open window nekkid and I can hear Next Door Neighbor Kid playing frisbee with his dad in their back yard/large driveway.
And then it hit me.
I was literally 50 feet away from them stark naked with only some sheetrock, 2x4s and 1960s siding separating me from them.
I mean I can watch these people make dinner from my bedroom without binoculars.
I know it's not that shocking to urbanites who have lived like sardines their whole life, but it's starting to wear thin on me.
But let me leave it on a positive note.
Since we're on the subject--would you like to see a picture of my nip?
Catnip that is! Not sure what that plant is on the right--it's not basil which was there last year, but I'm gonna leave it and see what pops up. Maybe a pretty weed?