I am not a shoe collector. My feet don’t tolerate much and I end up getting expensive shoes and wearing them until they are past their prime. I was watching Oprah the other day though when Sara Ferguson was on. The thing I took away from the interview was that I deserve better. I deserve to have new shoes when mine wear out. I deserve to have good food so I can be healthy. I deserve to be treated with respect for what I have done on my job. I may not do it perfectly but I try to do what I feel is in the best interest of my students. I am not a pawn to be used and then tossed away. The new district, 40 miles away, is probably a fine place to work but it means more wear and tear on me and my car and life is too short as it is.
I had several days when I was looking toward the new possibilities but by the end of the week I was crashing. I would go into the other room and find my colleagues planning out next year. One said I could stay but this was all set up without including me so I didn’t stay. It was just like at the beginning of the year when I wasn’t included because I was the new person. I have often wanted that feeling of community where I am part of things. It takes so long though and all the moves in my life doesn’t seem to allow that.
We are working on moving my mother-in-law from Nebraska to a couple of houses down from us. Jim was up there earlier in the week and we will have to go back soon to help her with packing. She is rather frail right now though. They were supposed to go to Montana to see his brother this last week but she wasn’t up to it. It will be good when this is settled so we can get her set up with doctors, regular meals, and such.