When the buds begin to pop and the robin takes a hop

Spring is upon us, and time is flying by.

I’m at Rob’s work now, in an empty office, and we will be leaving from here at about noon for my friend April’s wedding weekend.  April and I have known each other for about two decades now, roughly 4/5 of our lives.  I’m very excited to see her and to be a part of her wedding.

Something that she’s gotten me interested in recently is paraprofessional work.  April taught elementary school for a while but then moved and took a paraprofessional (teacher’s assistant) job.  It sounds like it could be pretty perfect for me – putting me in an educational setting where I could provide one-on-one or small group attention to students.  So, I sent in my transcripts and a form to the regional superintendent of schools, and I now have a letter of approval and an educator’s ID number.  Very official sounding.  I applied to all of the openings in the area but didn’t have any luck.  Other than getting a couple of interviews for lunchroom/playground supervising.  I mentioned to the interviewing principals that I was hoping to get a classroom job, and I can understand why they didn’t want to hire me for a couple of months only to have to repeat the hiring process in the fall.  One of them called me back to say that she might have a teaching assistant position opening up soon, in which case she’d like to have me interview for it.  So that was nice.  April said that a lot of these jobs don’t come up until the fall, once schools have a sense of which classrooms and students need some extra help.  I’m hoping that something will work out for me then.

Rob and I recently got back from an early first anniversary celebration vacation.  We went back to the same place in Door County where we had our honeymoon, and the week was a great mix of hiking and sitting around watching tv and playing games.  Intense activity plus intense slothfulness.

We found a rock

Even more inspirational

One of the coolest things we saw: the spray from splashing waves would make rainbows!

We hiked through lots of pretty woodsy areas

And finally, a couple of three-word phrases that I’ve encountered recently.  Driving up to church each weekend, we pass the “Dead End Saloon” by the highway.  Its sign announces: Breakfast, Lunch, Fish.  And there was some flooding in the east several weeks ago.  I heard a report on NPR including impressions from an eyewitness.  I heard her describe the waters as “Wet.  Scary.  Russian.”  Oh, homophones.

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