Easter

The third day in a lovely three-day weekend. In about a half hour, the Hubs and I will be venturing south down the Turnpike and the Parkway to his folks for Easter dinner. K has already left and his hanging out with R and the SnL, who live about halfway between here and there.

Three days of exceptionally beautiful weather. Everything is blooming and budding, which is early, as is Easter; I hope we don't get a frost that kills it all off. Even the trees have started to bud, which will mean allergy eyes for me, but it is beautiful out there.

I've been doing errands, tidying up, things like that. On Friday, K was at work and the Hubs took some long walks -- more to follow on that -- so I had some rare alone time in the house, and yesterday was much the same. Ahhhh. I didn't sing along with Beatles or do anything that particularly needed being alone, but I do talk to myself out loud more when there's no one else here. Gotta watch that, eh?

So in a month or so, the Hubs is planning to join a group that is taking a 50 mile walk along old (no longer used) railroad routes, from somewhere in New Jersey into Penn Station in Manhattan. I think its cause is really just the promotion of walking, which certainly he does as much and whenever he can. So he's kind of in training. He takes his normal ten mile or so walk every Saturday and Sunday morning, and squeezes in another five to ten miles, maybe more, whenever he can. As long as he has his cell phone and enough water with him, it's all fine by me. Everybody does something.

No particular news here yet. I believe the ILs are putting all the works in motion to begin their relocation to the fabulous assisted living place closer to us; we'll hear more today. (She told R that our after dinner activity is to put dibs on all the things in her house she can't take with her to the new place. The new apartment is two bedroom, two bath, but not big enough for a house of furniture.)

K got the contract for her September job, and will bring it in to the school tomorrow, signed, and presumably pick up all the other paperwork she needs to do, like health plan enrollment forms and tax stuff.

Tomorrow after school, we're having a meeting of all the district staff -- something like 300 people, I think -- to find out what the budget cuts are going to be due to the governor's withdrawing of nearly all state aid from the local school districts. I've already seen the budget presentation; it was posted on line the other day after the Superintendent showed it to parents and the general public Wednesday night. It's not good. I'm sure that I will be fine; it turns out that even if they cut out my position, which is unlikely, I could claim seniority in the English department, although I have no desire at this point in my life to teach ninth grade English. But they're cutting many faculty positions in the district, as many as possible due to retirements and resignations, but there will be cuts beyond that. New Jersey is a scary place to be these days. I'm hoping that my niece, whom we'll be seeing later today, isn't being cut from her system. She's been there three years and they like her, but it's possible.

Okay, so possible depression after tomorrow, but y'know, que sera, sera.