Quiet
Not much to say.
Went to my once a week day job and while it freaks my sensibility of who I am out, I always walk away with a sense of a good job done, communion has happened and I earned my 30 odd dollars an hour after taxes.
Today I taught two folks, one of whom I adore, iMovie, (which I myself just learned), trouble shot a tape recorder and found out why it wasn’t working, updated the equipment books, had fun with Benny my student aid, ate awesome student made vegan tomato and fennel soup for lunch for $2.25, and felt like a worker.
That feeling like a worker is enough to push you out of your worry head and isolation. I like asking people if I can help them, I like sharing what I know. I feel insecure about stuff I don’t know, and that would be the 8mm and 16mm cameras, but I am learning slowly. This job makes me learn and makes me share what I know.
It also makes me know that systems are complex, that once you have more than two people doing anything longer that a week or two you have this thing called dynamics. You’re lucky if they work.
I’m going to keep it short tonight because I just had this idea that I might compose my reading tomorrow morning for my reading tomorrow night. I’m saving my juices, (or making excuses).
And I am just plain tired and I want to veg out before I go to be EARLY, very unlike me.
I want to close with the reflection that it felt good to spend some time with my post last night. It was good to think about the why of this blog. And I had a grounded OK day. I like that, and I think it might have had something to do with the thinking and writing I did last night.
Wish me luck in the morning, and wish me luck tomorrow night. Maybe I’ll see you.
Feel better Virginia, watch those tapes and let Bernie dowse, let it flow as much as you can, I love you.
