I am now the proud new owner of an eleven-inch MacBook Air. I’m not super tech-savvy, but boy, am I glad to have this little guy. I’m attracted to tiny things. This is wonderfully tiny. I’m hoping it will help keep me on track for regular blogging, and writing on a more serious note, as well as setting up an Etsy store, eventually.
So, I’ve taken a new job. While I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my time at home attempting to be a radical home-maker, and still stand by my commitment to never working a conventional job again, this is definitely a job worth taking. It’s like it was tailor made for me. The job–homeschooling. The children–two kindergarten girls and a third-grade boy–bright, funny, and exceedingly pleasant. The parents–friends from church who paint and write and teach at a school for Muslim refugees. The classroom–a sunny little nook on the top floor of a colorful Victorian home in a downtown neighborhood. I couldn’t be happier about my employment status.
Tomorrow, we start if off with a bang. The curriculum is en route, and until its arrival, we have some paper, crayons, writing books, and A Series of Unfortunate Events.
Tonight we had dinner with the aforementioned families and I made this snazzy cake.
Tragedy has recently struck on a few levels. There is nothing I can do to change anything. It seems absurd to make cakes and read books, but there’s nothing else to do but to go on with life, even when it seems fickle. One for sorrow, two for joy. So for now, there is a new computer, a handsome cake, winsome children, a perfect job, and beautiful weather. And all of it put together doesn’t outweigh the loss and sorrow, but there’s nothing else to be done.
