Sort-of off week

Kids are off, unless they are on probation, then instead of going to Dansko for skiing, they are stuck with us and we are stuck with them.

I had 2 grade niners come and have tutorial today. I am trying to teach them the reported speech in passive form; much like newspaper reports "She was seen taking the goods without paying" and such nonsense they will never use unless they become reporters!

Anyhow, I actually posted a resume on a Canadian humanitarian site today, which deals with NGOs and Gov. organizations. I thought if I find something I really like then I will go that route. I will likely have to start at the bottom but there you have it. When changing careers that is what happens and hopefully this is the last time I will change careers.

I am making Jerk Pork tonight. Havent had Jerk anything since the day Rudy (my cat from my marriage) died on my front steps. To this day I am convinced that piece of Jerk burger Sean gave her as a "treat" made her go into anaphylactic shock. Cats arent supposed to eat Jamaican spicy food. But I never did mention that to Sean. I thought it would kill him to know he had killed Rudy. She was such a darling cat. I miss her a lot!

Needless to say I had a thing against eating jerk for some time after that.

When I look back at my life like this, there is so much to remember. I know I have lived as many days as anyone else my age, but somehow my life seems to be full of stories I want to tell. Each small thing seems to become a story in my mind becasue it means something to me. I don't glide through life with blinders on. My life is anything but boring. Sometimes hard, sometimes unpleasant, but rarely boring. In fact boring to me is worse than a bad day. Boring has no pulse. I want envigorating and it isnt so much in where I am or what I am doing, but in the fact that I AM doing SOMETHING! I realized a while back that it mattered little to me what exactly I did as a vocation but that I had a feeling of accomplishment at the end of the day. A feeling of making change, hpefully for the better but at least not stagnant. Still waters may run deep but stagnant waters smell like rot in not too long.

So there you have it. If I get work in the humanitrian sector, even if I am pushing paper, at least I will work for an organization I feel is making a difference and making change. I'm not interested in working for a business set up solely to make money. I can do that anywhere any time, but if I get into this now, I will feel fulfilled in a different way.

Where did ll this come from? The debths of my over-exhausted mind I guess.