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Busy, Busy Busy

That's me.

I just had another interview with the school district in order to be an Interpreter for them. It's mostly part time but I'll be particularly busy during parent teacher conference times and on call as necessary. I'm already teaching Spanish for them at North City Elementary/Home Education, as well as teaching two Spanish Classes at Ashley's elementary school before school AND I make a presentation to another grade school's PTA this Thursday and will probably begin some afternoon Spanish classes at yet another elementary school soon. I've also got a sign up list at the school to begin a cooking club. They can't legally call it a cooking class, so they're calling it a cooking club, but I'll be teaching cooking to the kids.

Sooooo, yeah. Busy, Busy, Busy.

But it's a good busy. I enjoy teaching Spanish and now adding this Interpreter job to the mix will bring in a bit more income for us while Boeing and the union play footsie and trade barbs over whether or not they're each getting what they want while the workers struggle.

But I digress.

Tomorrow I'll be pulling Ash out of school to take her to Children's for her adaptive swim lessons. It was painfully apparent to me on Saturday at the Shoreline pool that she has absolutely no ability to keep herself afloat. I'm not looking to make her swim-team material, I just don't want her to drown. I really hope that they can help her master swimming. She's so looking forward to this experience.

I've also been indulging in posting on some political boards and woooo hooooo do tempers flare! I love it when someone disagrees with your political leanings or you question something they've said and they begin to call you names, denigrate your religion and your taste in apparel. When they fail to come up with something substantive they resort to name calling and some indulge in profanity. Ah yes, it's a civlized world out there.

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