Now For Something Slightly Different

Okay, I'm going to see if I can post this entry by email. Not that you actually care, I'm just saying.

 

Did I write yesterday? I kind of think I did. I never open my diary page at school, so I can't open it and check. Again, not that you care.

 

So I'm at school, feeling much better than I did over the weekend, but with a tummy that's still not 100% cooperative, but managable. I had one class this morning, I have two more this afternoon, but the library's busy most of the day with other groups, just not ones I'm teaching. A regular day for the most part.

 

Whatever cretin came in and subbed for me on Friday sat at my desk -- there's another desk for them to sit at -- and changed all the adjustments on my carefully adjusted chair, and gave away (or took) the good pen at my desk. Cretin. It's not as if I don't have a sign on my chair asking people to please not take it or adjust it. I do, but I guess it's not big enough, so I made a fairly huge sign and put it on my desk where even the visually-impaired wouldn't miss it. Let's see what happens next time, hmm?

 

K was sooooo moody over the weekend, I thought I would just scream. My only lottery winning dream of the moment is to buy her a condo of her own. And yet Thursday, after working late and not getting home til ten, she saw me sick on the couch with Crohn's and immediately hopped up and made me some scrambled eggs so I wouldn't go to sleep without eating anything. She's a joy and a gem, truly, but needs to be out on her own. The new job, although wonderful, doesn't provide that option just yet, but maybe it will in time, or lead to something else.

 

Speaking of part-time jobs, babysitting. Someone told me last week that teenage babysitters are making at least $10.00 an hour in this part of the world. TEN DOLLARS AN HOUR!!!! I once made ten dollars in a night babysitting, because it was New Year's Eve, and the daddy was so loaded when he got home he didn't even know what he was paying me (and I was scared to death the whole ride home with him behind the wheel.) I made 50 cents an hour, and the lady who paid me could never quite figure out Daylight Savings; I lost an hour of pay both in the fall and the spring. I never paid a babysitter myself, because either the grandparents sat, or my eldest nephew sat, and he wouldn't take pay. (We brought him gifts from places we went, though,

like a Yankees cap when we went to a game and he stayed home with baby K.)

 

Anyway, now I know what I can do for extra money after I retire. Look into it, get myself in shape, and babysit. I could charge even more than $10 because I'm a grown up and a retired teacher and old and all, and I could even do it during the day. Something to think about anyway, hey?

 

It's chilly here in the library, where the wind comes sweeping down the corridor and dead-ends at my face, but it's balancing out the hot-flashes, so I'm reasonably comfortable. I could make a cup of tea, but I'm not in the mood. What I really wanted all weekend -- it snowed; you may have heard -- was a big mug of cream of tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich, but tomato soup is, alas, a part of my past. It didn't actually even snow that much right here where I am; for some reason, we fell into a small strip of New Jersey that got half as much snow as what surrounds us. R, an hour south, got over a foot, but we only got about six inches. The SIL lives northwest of us, near mountains, and when anyone says the word "snow" on TV she gets a foot, but even she only got seven inches this time.

 

Okay, here goes.