Back for a visit

12 Mar

To the blog.

I wish I could say that the return means I am writing, writing, writing.


I am bored, bored, bored.

I have been home for several days with an annoying virus that is mainly now a bad and annoying cough as well as general malaise and some weakness.  Back to work tomorrow after a bloody well week  (weak) off.

Even I am tired of the topic since it is all I am on about in my head – I do not do being sick well at all or sitting around on my own for lengthy periods of time.

For two months I’ve been excited about my four week teaching contract at a local university’s  ESL department I have been doing these for years on and off. ELI has four or three week short program in Feb./March and in the summer.  Sometimes, I am needed, sometimes not.  This year March is the time.  I was excited and anxious about it.  I went up a few times even before the four weeks started to pre-prepare.

I enjoyed the first week – it was exhausting but good – but bam, as of Sunday night last week, I was hit with an odd virus.  I thought at first I’d only need the Monday off and said as much which left folks in a bit of a lurch when I had to phone in again on Tuesday morning.  It started as a really odd and bad sore throat before morphing into the teacher’s nightmare of laryngitis and a cough.  I sounded and felt terrible.  There was scrambling to get subs both at the university and my evening job which has a few weeks left.  So annoying as I get paid for nothing when I am not actually working.  So I’ve lost I’d say about $1200 from this delightful seal bark cough.  Had this happened last month or even next month, it wouldn’t have mattered.  But boom bam right in the middle of my contract.


I’m sure there are deep unconscious reasons why I get sick at the worst possible times.


So there’s me not eating much, ears plugged, seal bark cough, lightheaded, sitting around obsessing about all of this and worrying about going back tomorrow still feeling rather lousy.  It is a full day shift – a couple of teaching hours, a long break and then 2.5 more hours.  I will also be working more full on later in the week to make up a bit of the time I missed.  And then one more Langara class (I have given the other one earlier in the week to the sub who we were very lucky to find).  On and on.

I went up to the university yesterday to do some preparation and that felt good.  It was good to get out and good to get ready – copies made for the first couple of days, that kind of a thing. I had the staff room and copiers all to myself.

My cough is just so bloody bad – I will bring up lozenges and water and and and but only so much I can do.  I do know that sitting around another day is not an option.  As I say, this much alone time while feeling lousy is really lousy.  Oy.

My anxiety around the whole thing is through the roof as I say.  Does it help to write about it?  Yes, because it gets it out of my head.  I know this about being sick – it is nearly impossible for me to deal with or so it feels.  On and on.


So hopefully I will make it through the week of work without too much embarrassing damage – coughing myself into a tizzy or feeling weak and freaking out and having to leave (yes, my thoughts, my thoughts). GAH!!!!!!!!!

Oooh, I am just hearing on the news that the Canada Revenue Service has had to temporarily shutdown their internet filing due to potential for hacking.  Glad I got mine in and refund refunded. Phew.

I am trying to think of something relaxing to do this afternoon-evening that will help promote calm in my soul and in my body – that feels a bit far away right now.

Breathe Breathe Breathe.






and a month later

7 Jan

Well, almost a month.

First, RIP all of the celebrities (and others less celebrated) who died in 2016.  I’ve been watching a lot of Carrie Fisher pieces on youtube and her ‘Mindful Drinking’ one woman show is quite fabulous.  She delves deeply and edgily into her whole rather messed up life – the chart she used to explain her parents’ many marriages and children is worth the price of admission alone.  A funny and intelligent woman.

And Debbie Reynolds – are there any idols from those days left?  That was some Hollywood – Jimmy Stewart, Bette Davis, Clark Gable, Cary Grant et al – imagine growing up with those movies.  My mom would have but I don’t know that she had ever actually been to a movie theatre.  I’m sure I would have had posters of the greats all over my walls – if that was done in those days.  Hmmm, I guess Doris Day is left.  She must be what, 110?  120?  Oh and let us not forget Katherine Hepburn.  I guess Jane Fonda although she was later.  Oh Warren Beatty and Shirley MacLaine.  Is Mickey Rooney dead?

Hollywood seems much more of a cesspool now but maybe it always was.  There seem to be no stars comparable to what there was before during the studio system.  Rita Hayworth, more names keep coming back to me.  Rock Hudson – so handsome.  I really should check into those old movies again.

I have not been exercising at all – partly due to feeling unwell and partly too lazy to venture out into the cold and snow and ice.  I am limited in what I can do at the gym – the bicycle mainly and some weights.  Swimming is good but lazy lazy lazy.  I walked to Costco today and maybe I will walk to Australia tomorrow, who knows.  My jeans have gotten tighter. Go figure.

Sigh.  The downtown school said to me (not the building but the boss) okay, you can do marking, clubs and intake.  Marking and clubs are gone due to some changes and intake is 1.5 hours a week.  Uh huh.  Craziness. I get about four hours there a week.  I’m back to tutoring this week my two students which is good.  I have them I think until spring break and then my main one, D. is off to Japan until the summer.  She said she will be done with her tutoring life then as grade 12 will be too busy for her.  Just as well, we don’t have that much to do.  My other student is come and go kind of a thing.  So, you know, no security there at all.

I will be working at UBC’s ELI in March – they had thought maybe February too but turns out no, I am not needed.  So that is very very good.  Great pay and great support – both administrative and by the head teacher.  But even there we are now told that the student customer is king.  Things are tough everywhere.

I have applied for EI – not sure if I will get it as I am still employed by the three places I got ROE’s from but I am drastically underemployed so that should help one hopes.  Having been on EI so much – I know it will take its time investigating.  Should know more in four months or so.  I wouldn’t get much and not for very long (the minimum is now 14 weeks and you need 700 hours of insurable hours).  We shall see.

Gosh this is a tedious job entry.

Because of UBC, I can put off looking for further work until the end of March. Hurray, hurray.  So that is, let me see, well seven weeks.  That seems a bit long and broke.  Hmmm.

Still tedious, let me think.

I got nothing.  Nothing have I got.

Y’all, back to Hollywood maybe?

Nah, I got nothing.




Bi-monthly update

17 Dec

Well, darned it if hasn’t been two months since last I updated.

Wee fan base!  Have you missed me?

What is new?

It is cold here in Vancouver now – brrrr.  Some snow and going down to -8C here tonight. Balmy compared to every other province but it is a wet cold.  Yup.

As such, my regular bicycling has gone out the window.  Too icy out there.  I’ve gone to the local recreation centre a couple of times to ride the indoor bicycle but I haven’t been consistent.  I am walking a lot so that is good.

I look forward to cycling season again – it is supposed to warm up considerably next week so that might help de-ice things.

Work?  You ask.  The boss at the downtown school – she who won’t give me classes but will throw me say seven hours a week – just sent the most passive aggressive e-mail.  She had wanted volunteers to help chaperone the downtown school’s  xmas party.  She had wanted teachers to volunteer.  Three did (one of whom, like me, has been shunned and is getting few hours.  Heck, maybe she’ll get more now).  So she just sent out an e-mail saying thanks so much to them for their team spirit.  It is hard to express adequately how much of a ‘to heck with those of you who wouldn’t come and help for free” was oozing out of that e-mail.

Anyhoo.  Blah blah.

So,  yeah, I’m not really working at all.  My Chinese teenage tutees have stopped until mid January and my most consistent one, D, will be completely done in April when she goes to Japan for the rest of the semester on a student exchange.

I could have had six weeks of work at Langara College in Feb. but had to turn it down for various reasons.

Blah blah.

I am so so tired of my unemployed story!  I don’t really have anything new to add about it.  I have thought many times about simply quitting the downtown school – I am hanging there by my fingernails and it is draining and humiliating really.

La la.

Oh I tried to be a closed captioning transcriptionist today but that didn’t work out too well.  That is a lot harder than you would think! Uh well, I gave it a try.

Those of you who have followed my blog here for awhile may note that I have been writing it for more than five years, since I first became unemployed. And here we are – going into the sixth year of it all!  I have survived doing this and that but really, hmmm, feels like enough.

Smells like teen spirit.

Hmmm?  What?  Huh?

There was a woman on the bus tonight talking to someone on her cell phone.

Well, she said, well yeah.  When she gets anxious she loses all control.  I looked at her.  You talkin’ to me?!??!?!?!  Ha, I did not actually say that.

Student D. came back from the downtown library’s washroom during her break.

“There’s a homeless guy talking to people – right over there.”

“Oh, yes,” I said.  Not sure why she was just noticing that tonight.  Many times when we are in the public area on the third floor, some street involved men start screaming at each other or the air or whatever until security (usually a short thin guy or a tiny woman) comes over and tries to calm the situation down.  Usually it inflames it and there is screaming and I have my rights! and all sorts.

Yes, yes, I know, we are all just one pay cheque away from being a homeless man screaming in the library. Also, I am aware that not all homeless folks are screamers and not all screamers are poor.Some have nice cars and such.


That last one I screamed there was a favourite saying of my father’s, the kingpin of all anxiety.  The godfather of nervousness and essential tremors.  The pope of freak outs.  The man who knew for a good cigar.  He had a great career – he was a math teacher and then a vice-principal and then a principal.  Has a nice pension that covers his expenses at the Ottawa assisted living home.  I guess he would have started his career in the 1960s.  Students seemed to love him and always seemed envious of my being his daughter.  I was always like, really? Is he not the kingpin of all anxiety and anger at school?  Go figure.  He was able to retire in his early 60s.  I hasten to add that his anger has mainly morphed into his anxiety and old broken down man-ness now.

So I’m like him but I can’t seem to hold down a job which is frustrating beyond measure.  I think if I could scream in the library about it sometimes that that would be helpful.”WHY DOESN’T LEMONADE COME OUT OF THE WATER FOUNTAINS HERE?!?!?!”

So much to shout about.

My hairdresser de-bigged my hair today.  It needed this de-bigging.  Did I have the day off, he asked, forgetting our earlier conversations.  No, I said, remember, I don’t ever really work in that regular way that people have.  He looked confused.

Mainly I scream in the library.

You can do that, he asked.

Kind of, I said.



This blog still gets updated

15 Oct

Even though I have been updating my short story blog more frequently. Although not as much of late.  I get these ideas and do the thing and then run out of steam if it doesn’t seem to be working out – that kind of thing.

Often, I said to my 50 minute hour this week, it feels like my head is encased in molasses.

Good description, she said.  I was pleased that I had impressed her.

I often don’t find much else pleasing in this 50 minutes – there is a lot of staring or so it seems to me.

It is classic psychoanalysis, something I don’t think I’ve ever really had in my zillion years of various therapists. Think Freud in an updated, young woman with two small kids and an oncologist husband version.  That’s her.  I trust her and I don’t as per usual.

The rains have come to this fair city and they don’t plan on leaving anytime soon.  Monsoon-esque. Power outages, etc.

My work life consists of inconsistency and chronic insecurity.  The downtown school gives me about 12 or 13 hours a week, spread out over five days.  Sometimes 1.5 hours a day which is crazy but not illegal.  Go figure.  There is chronic humiliation in this that would only make sense to another ESL instructor.  I FBed last week about bailing once and for all.

“But a shitty bird in the hand is still worth more in none in the bush,” an FB friend messaged me.

Yes, there is that, I said.

I combine the downtown school with one evening a week at Langara – this goes for another five weeks only.  And some tutoring of Chinese teenagers.  I work six days a week really but generally only a few hours a day.

“So whatcha gonna do?” people ask me when they hear me complaining.

Not much really.  I will have to keep up this keeping up for as long as I can.  Sucks.  Draining.

I’m at a friend’s house now writing – M., 27, is new to my writing group.  I could be his mother had I procreated at 23, entirely possible.  M. is gay lest you think there is some May-December stuff going around.  He is tortured by some of the same things I am – intense self doubt, dislike, self-consciousness, impatience.

I thank the gods for M. because as we know as we know, my social life dribbles along.  Great friends, great friends, all of whom I seem to have to chase around the block to see.  No slight on them (really!) but I’m frustrated.  There is only so much block chasing you can do.

I sometimes change my perspective on that but mired in head molasses, I flip back to being all kinds of frustrated.


So M. has come along at a good time for me.

I let most of my frustrations out on FB.  This in itself is frustrating – but FB is good for that kind of a thing.

“Are you okay?” FB queried another new friend of mine, R.

“Frustrated,” I said.  I was touched by his concern.

People mock and deride Facebook but hell, it works for me on many levels.

Back to work stuff.  Difficult – I basically work three jobs and don’t make enough to live on.  No idea how that works.

I walked in the pouring monsoon to M’s this afternoon – wearing jeans is often the mistake I make in these kinds of rain situations.  But I needed a bit of exercise – I don’t ride my bicycle in this weather.  My body needs the movement –  I  have to get some of my nervous energy out somewhere at some time somehow.  I  am now wearing a pair of M’s sweatpants and socks and hoping my jeans dry a bit for later when I venture out again.  It is warm out kind of – warm and dark.  I am sitting in a lovely recliner chair.  M. is listening to music and writing and writing.  It is actually very very warm in here.  Good though.  Good good.  A lovely apartment in the West End where he is staying for awhile until he gets his own place again.  Last time he came to mine to write.

I am struck by how much my brain/heart want to survive despite my regular battering of them both.  That sounds dramatic I am sure but our brains do that, that drama.  I don’t mean I physically batter my heart although I am sure the constant adrenaline can’t be that good for it. Hence physical exercise.  I am verklempt that cycling season is wrapping up for awhile anyway – the leaves on the ground combined with the constant rain do not make cycling a possibility for me.

Isolation can make things seem surreal sometimes. Don’t know if you’ve ever experienced that.

I watched the documentary on Amanda Knox the other evening.  I hadn’t thought I would but, alas, bored.  What always strikes me is the ultimate and absolute lack of concern for the victim of the crime.  Knox comes off not great but having a selfish personality doesn’t make someone a killer of course.  Then last night I went all spontaneous like to a documentary, part of VIFF, called, “Tower.”  Devastating and very very well done.

I keep hoping to be dramatically unmired – maybe more realistic to hope for a small unmiring.

Who knows.

The rains in Vancouver are much like the rains in London, England although in London you also have a whole lot more to keep you from going batty.  I could spend a month in Foyle’s books and then another going to plays.  Museums, etc.  Living there as I know from those who do is of course a whole other ball game.  It ain’t easy living in London. The living there is not easy.  I like to slide in as a tourist.

I am suddenly craving chili.





Be I never so humble

18 Sep

Hey wee fan base of followers – I now also have another blog where I post some of my fiction – – check it out if you get a chance.


Why does Gretta Vosper get under my skin

15 Sep

Article here about  the United Church’s decision on atheist minister Gretta Vosper –

Gretta Vosper annoys the heck out of me.  I had a brief e-mail discussion with her last year.  Meh.  I was rude at times – my bad.   I found that  Vosper was dogmatic about not being dogmatic as another United Church minister said.  Our e-mailing didn’t last too long.

She was defensive all over the place.  I understand that – obviously lots of people are asking her questions or criticizing her and etc.

And yet.

Psychologically, Vosper annoys me because I intensely dislike it when someone thinks they know and they know oh so much better than anyone else knows.  Vosper is pleased that she is ‘irritating the church into the 21st century’ (as per her webpage).  Vosper is going to be outspoken and going to stay in the United Church because she knows the Bible is all a horrible fairytale and that is where the church should be heading- out of the concept of a spiritual being and into let’s all just love each other.    I am oversimplifying, something I accuse Vosper of.  Meh, tit for tat.

She also claims that many, many other United Church ministers feel the same.  She speaks for them – they are too afraid to speak out (lest they lose their jobs and pension I imagine) and she is groundbreaking, she seems to think.

I have YouTubed her quite a bit – and made my brain calm the heck down when I did so that I wasn’t merely looking to be irritated by her.  What she is saying is that church is about community and she wants to build that community.  Her congregation – other than those that left when she came out as an atheist 15 years ago – are one hundred per cent behind her.  Many folks are on her side.  And as I mentioned, I imagine more than a few United Church ministers are quaking in their boots at the thought that they too could lose their employment and their pension – I  have never been able to find the part where Jesus had a pension and his cell phone bill paid for.  Hmmm.  But I digress.

Vosper had written a few books outlining her critiques of the Bible – I read one of the books and there were interesting points in there although none of it was new or radical.  It has all be said before – just not by a United Church minister.  I sometimes attend a wee Bible study in my neighbourhood which is led by a United Church minister who is now on disability.  She studies the Bible much like Jewish rabbis do – taking it apart piece by piece – debating the points, always open to hearing people’s views.   She is a Hebrew scholar and has a great and vast knowledge of the Bible, so much so that I often feel that I am drowning a bit.  She doesn’t take it literally and has a depth of understanding of the context, the time and place, and the original Hebrew and Greek.  I imagine she is smarter than Vosper, although that would be hard to prove of course.  No matter. For reasons I don’t completely understand, she, unlike Vosper, hasn’t seen fit to throw out the Bible or the concept of God.  Be she ever so humble.

In listening to Vosper, she vastly oversimplifies what others believe about God – she seems stuck on the notion that other people believe in ‘daddy in the sky’ (per her the National interview that I couldn’t get through I admit). That simplification is to her detriment, I think.  It oddly enough shows a rather black and white thinking that she looks down upon – Christians in her view all believe in a literal father in the sky.  She has no room for nuance it would appear.

I imagine her church and congregation are quite loving and supportive – it sure seems that way.  That is what she wants to nurture which is a laudable goal.  She completely dismisses the concept of any spiritual being – of anything beyond her plane, as it were.  She talks about how she was diagnosed with a deadly form of cancer which was later found to be wrong – she turned out to have a much more treatable kind.    If she believed in the concept of god, she said, she would then have to believe that this god chose to heal her from some divine reason.  Again, she seems to assume that that is what all Christians would think.    That gets under my skin because it seem so bloody arrogant.  Life can be random and awful and many people die no matter how much people are praying for them.  Some don’t but many many do. Cruel, awful.  I don’t believe that god chooses to heal some and not others.  Etc.

I have been following some discussions about all of this on Facebook.  United Church ministers getting all commenty on this article of faith and that article of faith – it all seems to me as a clergy outsider to be office politics on a large scale, jargon included.  It all seems so so far away from any kind of spirituality and rather a closed club of clergy (ccc?) a. fearing for their own jobs b. trying to reconcile whether the atheist minister should be kicked out of their denomination.  That gets under my skin too.  Perhaps the United Church should be dismantled – if it becomes more about who gets to keep a job or this article of faith and that one – what is there really.  But then again, I don’t really believe this to be the case.  I have had tremendous support at various times from a United Church or two – and their liturgy is not to be scoffed at.

Hmmm.  It is hard for me to write more coherently about this – my emotions get in the way.

Deep breath.

Ooops, need another deep breath.

For Vosper to dismiss the role of a spiritual being in the lives of others strikes me as arrogant.  Her position on the bible is no different than what millions of others think and what many others have expressed more intelligently.  I don’t find that there is anything new to be learned intellectually from what she is on about.  Emotionally, it seems she has taken her journey and come out the other side not believing what she used to believe.  She has found others (followers?) who believe the same as she does, who are relieved that their minister can guide them in this new belief.

Her folly is in deciding that her belief is new, radical, and needs to be incorporated into the United Church of Canada.  Rather than wrestle with the bible – which I find exhausting at best I must admit – she has taken what seems to be an easier route – dumping it completely.  She vastly (arrogantly?) oversimplifies the beliefs of other Christians in order to support her narrative.  Christians can indeed be darned self-righteous but ironically so is she.

Vosper has been invited by Unitarians to join them – and for sure their ideas align much more closely to her own.  Yet she won’t because she believes it is her mission to bring the United Church into the 21st century.  I suspect she will stubbornly hang on like a dog with a bone.  She is all ready booking up speaking engagements.  The American daytime talk show The View wants to have her on.  She wants her voice to be the voice of the United Church of Canada.

Were she to humble walk away of her own accord – maybe continue ministering (hmmm, wrong word) to those in her congregation in some way – that would seem to be divine intervention, yes?








Dad, tutoring, downtown school and the like. Maybe mice.

7 Sep

I have mice in my apartment.  Meece.  Mices.  Mouses.  More than one – so far I have seen a light brown one wiz by me and last night from my bedroom! (is nothing sacred ever) a little baby black one.

Finally connect with the owner of the building (no landlady.  Well there was but she was in her 80s and is now in a nursing home.  She had lived in the building since 1965, with her husband until he died) who tells me she will bring in a couple of traps on Thursday.

“Save the traps, okay,” she says.

“So, like, remove the dead meece and save the trap?”

“Or wait until I am next in and I’ll do it.”

No, I think the traps will be removed in their entirety.


I do not in any way want to do this but the mouse is becoming meeces so . . .

She regaled me with the story of the rats in the basement and the poison and oh that is why there was a huge dead rat in the bike room last year.  Oy.

I believe I prefer colonoscopy prep. to looking in the traps every day. You’ll hear them snap shut, she says.  God almighty, I said.

She is going to use cheese which isn’t the current thought on this but no matter.  Yuck.  Yuck.  YUCK.

No other apartment has mice or at least no one has seen them.  She gets confused the owner does and keeps telling me she will put the trap in the bathroom.  No the kitchen, I remind her.  One will go between the stove and wall and the other under the window.  Maybe I can then just hurl the lot out the window.  Probably best not to as I am on the second floor but my reactions may be such.  And I realize the mouse may actually not die right away and oy vay.

I think I could handle a dead cow more easily.  Not sure why.

I’m all dead mouse worked up.  I’m a light sleeper.  Snap!  Ugh.  Or I’ll wake up and there they will be all trapped up.


Weak and old dad is having minor surgery tomorrow.  This could be major.  He lives in Ottawa in assisted living near my sister.  Since my mom died he has gone so much more downhill poor old guy. My sister is going to spend the day at the hospital while he is in surgery.  Wait for the doctor’s report.  Make sure his wheelchair gets to his room.  The last time he was in hospital he needed to be in for quite awhile and he was a bit nervous about going back to the (lovely) manor.  His life has become infections and weakness – hopefully the surgery will help to alleviate a bit of the infection problem.

Enough said.  Well, other than it puts a giant lump in my throat.

Work.  Not much, as per usual.  The downtown school fills me with between 7-12 hours a week these days, sometimes at 1.5 hours a day which one would think is illegal as I’ve said before.  Apparently not.  Those hours will decrease pretty soon as well.  Newer teachers get more work because they get better evaluations, that kind of craziness.

I am getting D. back on Sunday as I have mentioned and I will be having a new 15 year old Chinese tutee, M, starting tomorrow evening.  It is about a 40 minute bike ride uphill or two buses or some such.  I’ll figure it out.  I wouldn’t go that far if it weren’t $40/hour.

Former student S. is back in town from China and I texted her but she doesn’t want further tutoring – too busy in her grade 11 year in the IB program in a private school.  Too bad.  She was lovely.

After a year of no classes because no students, I am hoping my two evening Langara classes run this year starting at the end of the month.  I am doing the intake interviewing next week in the evening so that is good.  Doesn’t seem promising though.

Oy.  So, as always, too much time on my hands.  I can’t go away because I can’t afford it and because I have to work around my 1.5 hour shifts.  Madness all around.

The Chinese cram school sent along an e-mail saying that if I don’t get my weekly/monthly reports in on time this year they will not pay me.  Well, they said if I am not on time, they are not on time.

Fair enough.  I shall report away.

The new student and I will feel each other out tomorrow evening and she will decide if she likes me.  Who knows.  Two hours is a long time with one student, especially since she won’t have any homework yet.  The cram school also keeps advising tutors of a four year old student who needs daily tutoring.  That must be really fun for the four year old.  Topics include social skills and manners, critical thinking, math and science.  The child is four.  What would one do?  Please say please and thank you.  Don’t eat spaghetti with your hands all of the time.  Tell me, if a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a noise?  What is your take on the American election coverage?  Too much?

That would be tricky there with the four year old.  I would let her nap.  The mother would be like, hmmm, and I’d be like, we napped.  It was joyful.  Out the door I’d go.

Tiger mothers.

So same old same old – odd work situation (and the demoralizing downtown school that still pays more than the other downtown schools), under-ness and the like.

This morning I intook (not a word) a student at the downtown school – a young Brazilian woman who is a Bayer pharmaceutical rep.  Apparently Bayer owns Coppertone now.  Did she have any samples, I asked.  She did not.  The job pays very well.  She kind of knows it is a bit evil.  No matter.

I need to get out more.  I intook (not a word) a young handsome Italian student and felt myself staring into his eyes a bit.  And they are nervous because it is their first day and some middle aged woman with fabulous hair has taken them to a room by themselves to talk about themselves.

One young woman is from Belgium and her parents have paid for her to spend 39 weeks at the downtown school, as long as she gets a few diplomas – so IELTS, Cambridge, and general English.  She is just out of high school.

We have a couple of middle-aged students at the school, including a 52 year old Brazilian man (I haven’t met him) who apparently looks 82.  His wife had been at the school and complained hourly so we figure this may have aged him, this marriage.  No one really knows.  On Friday the school has me tutor (they like my tutoring because those don’t get evaluated by the students) a lovely Korean woman in her 30s.  She has travelled around the world and is really on the ball.  I feel badly she is stuck in classes with a bunch of naive 19 year olds.  She seems okay with it – her company is footing the bill.  We read from the Guardian online and chat about world events.

I went to the PNE yesterday for the first time in years – there were beef cows, piglets, dinosaurs that made dinosaur noises, and these really surreal dancing young people.  Had bad Mexican food.  Bonded with a new friend.  That kind of thing.

So that’s about it really.  Is that the mice I hear?!?!?!?  No, that was someone upstairs.  Where are the mice hiding?

You are all lovely – each and every one of my loyal fan base of two.