Sunday, October 18, 2009
Okay, so I've weeded. And watered the outdoor plants. And watered the porch plants.
My candlestick plants are getting nice and big, and need to go into the ground. As do the lantanas. All purchased for the butterfly garden I've been establishing.
Link to candlestick plant:
But the landlord's maintenance guy was putting in a walkway for downstairs lady, and tore up the area I was going to use for the butterfly garden. And bought bags and bags of concrete, which he never used, and left out in the rain. Yup, now we have a stack of bags of concrete, which are solid instead of powdered.
So I don't have the space for the garden. It's under bags of concrete, or waiting for someone to put in the walkway. I don't want to put in my plants, only to have them be removed when someone finally finishes the walk.
Grrrrrrrrrrrr. Maybe I should pull out some of the weeds by the driveway and plant there.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
I was thinking about all my favorite songs - they all have a similar theme, of yearning, love, often unrequited love, and the ultimate aloneness we all face.
Which is so odd for someone who is essentially happy and cheery - it takes a lot for me to be depressed, sad, and I somehow always manage to find the one bright way of looking at something.
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Viva La Vida
Walk Away Renee
While My Guitar Gently Weeps
Most of Midge Ure (of Ultravox)
I could go on and on. Part of it is the melody. Part of it is the imagery of the words. Part of it is I like a song that tells a story, makes me think.
And, well, maybe I'm just more existential than I realize. More philosophical. Of the opinion that we're born alone, we die alone, but life is all about experiences and relationships, and trying to leave something positive behind before we go.
I don't know. I've just been thinking about this lately. Looking at the music on my iPod, thinking about themes in life.
Friday, October 16, 2009
I feel like Cortez, or Pizzarro, or Ponce de Leon. I'm looking for gold ceramic tiles for our mural. Bright gold, easy to cut ceramic. I've found gold glaze, but it needs to fire at about twice the temperature that our clay fires at - so that's a no. (It'll melt the clay, really.) I can't find bare tiles that can withstand that temp. I could buy some high-fire clay, but shipping is expensive. (remember, we're on an island. A 25-lb bag of clay doesn't fly Priority Mail.)
I've found gold glass tile, all kinds of pretty colors, not too pricey - but glass is more difficult to break with the tile cutters, I envision shards of glass flying around the room. Maybe I could restrict that section to my Advanced students, who have more experience, having worked on last year's mural.
Ah, the dilemmas of an art teacher...........
Thursday, October 15, 2009
I have one of those students every teacher dreads, the one who has been in trouble with the law, who doesn't care about achieving, who only wants to disrupt class or fight or skip school. I'm sure there are problems at home, I'm sure he comes from a difficult environment. But that doesn't make it okay to bash someone over the head with a rock (he was involved in that big fight last year), it doesn't make it okay for him to be rude to me, it doesn't make it okay for him to yell and sing and dance around the class while everyone - I mean EVERYONE - else is working.
He started a fight yesterday morning. The principal told me he was suspended.
So why - WHY OH WHY - was he in my class yesterday??????? I checked this morning, yes, he was suspended, he's out until a parent comes in. He's supposed to go to the alternative program at another school. He needs more help than we can give him.
WHY - if he was suspended - WHY didn't he just go home? Why does he cut my class when he's supposed to be here, and then come to class when he's supposed to be home?????
I don't want him to like my class! I don't want him to like me as a teacher! Of course, then I feel guilty for feeling this way about a kid - but really, he's so disruptive and rude, the only redeeming factor is that he's strong and willing to move heavy heavy boxes of tile for me. Maybe I should make him my official tile mover.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I truly don't know where the time goes. I have work to do, at home and at school and for my after school program. I need to run around and get signatures on a grant application, and monthly grant reports. I'm firing the kiln right now (glaze firing). I just taught two classes, dealt with the mother of a truant student, have another class this afternoon. I have a dr appointment this afternoon. I stayed up too late reading a great murder mystery. I cooked dinner for DH and myself (an easy pasta and truffle cheese dish), cleaned up, Sparked while watching the news - and I still don't have enough hours in the day.
Thing is, I'm hyper-organized - a place for everything, everything in it's place - files and files, color coded and grouped by subject or origin or purpose. I don't waste time.
I just don't have enough of it for all the things I want - or need - to do.
Ah well, at least I don't eat out of boredom.
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