Up in the air, without George Clooney
I'm going to graduate in June.* I have no idea what will happen after that. Actually, we know that Dutch will be in kindergarten. Somewhere. That's ALL WE KNOW about the fall. There are all sorts of scenarios. Cook and I both have remote possibilities of permanentification of our current jobs. I have to start applying seriously for permanent jobs all over the country starting in April-ish. The public school transfer lottery takes place in mid-March, though if Dutch gets into none of the programs for which we apply, we'll probably just have to move to the catchment area for a different school before September.** In the meantime, we have to attend six meetings for the various programs, and fill out a ton of paperwork, just in case.
We really have no idea what we're doing.
In other news (consistent, though, with the theme of total cluelessness), today Dutch had an Art Sale, in spite of my efforts and Cook's to persuade her that she needed to think the idea through a little more. She stood at the end of our driveway with a crumpled brown paper bag containing three battered (and, truth be told, ugly) artworks brought home from daycare over the last year. She had no sign and no table, and it was raining. And cold. Plus, the foot traffic on our street is pretty much limited to the crazy guy with the bandages wrapped around his head and the dog with the poop-crusted back end, and a steady trickle of down-and-out trudgers walking to the stab-n-grab convenience store down the street to get cigarettes. No art was sold in her 45-minute shift. While I was peeved by Dutch's cranky insistence on doing something so ridiculous, and even kind of embarassed by the whole venture, I also felt grudgingly respectful of her determination and slightly charmed by the sheer weirdness of it. She may not have a ton of potential as an artist or an entrepreneur, but she has the courage of her convictions.
*I AM! No matter how hard my group project buddies try to drag me down.
** We believe in public school, and in investing in your neighborhood school. But we don't want to continue to live in our current neighborhood, due to the long bus commute downtown, and we have reason to believe that Dutch is not a child who will do well with school-switching. So we need to start investing in a different neighborhood school in a neighborhood where we might be able to stay. Besides, the neighborhood school in our neighborhood burned down in the fall, so the kids are busing across town, which is crappy.
We really have no idea what we're doing.
In other news (consistent, though, with the theme of total cluelessness), today Dutch had an Art Sale, in spite of my efforts and Cook's to persuade her that she needed to think the idea through a little more. She stood at the end of our driveway with a crumpled brown paper bag containing three battered (and, truth be told, ugly) artworks brought home from daycare over the last year. She had no sign and no table, and it was raining. And cold. Plus, the foot traffic on our street is pretty much limited to the crazy guy with the bandages wrapped around his head and the dog with the poop-crusted back end, and a steady trickle of down-and-out trudgers walking to the stab-n-grab convenience store down the street to get cigarettes. No art was sold in her 45-minute shift. While I was peeved by Dutch's cranky insistence on doing something so ridiculous, and even kind of embarassed by the whole venture, I also felt grudgingly respectful of her determination and slightly charmed by the sheer weirdness of it. She may not have a ton of potential as an artist or an entrepreneur, but she has the courage of her convictions.
*I AM! No matter how hard my group project buddies try to drag me down.
** We believe in public school, and in investing in your neighborhood school. But we don't want to continue to live in our current neighborhood, due to the long bus commute downtown, and we have reason to believe that Dutch is not a child who will do well with school-switching. So we need to start investing in a different neighborhood school in a neighborhood where we might be able to stay. Besides, the neighborhood school in our neighborhood burned down in the fall, so the kids are busing across town, which is crappy.
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