Hello Summer 2016. To be fair, we're already halfway through so I'm a bit late with my greeting.
I'm not going to say that 2016 has been a horrible year, but if it were a meal I ordered I'd get a whopping case of e-coli from it.
I know, I know....count your blessings Pam. Count your blessings. I do have many--one of which is my delightful grandson Enzo. I've been lucky enough to be able to watch him this summer after he was kicked out of his daycare/preschool due to behavior issues. Enzo was diagnosed with autism this year and so things have been a little difficult. He's in therapy a few times a week and has already made amazing progress. So very grateful for that. So very.
I lost my job at the end of the school year. Yeah, that was unpleasant. I wasn't fired, and my evaluations have been stellar for the past seven years. I loved my job and was devastated to have lost it. It was three hours a day in the school district as the Homeless Education Liaison. I took care of the homeless kiddos. I gave it my all and kept pestering them for more hours because i had nearly 400 students. They finally agreed that someone needed to be there full time for this, added several other jobs to that job and it went up a few levels and so I'm applying for my old job. Weird, I know. I hope to get it. I honestly do.
If I don't....I'm not quite sure where to go from there. I've got my writing, one book nearly revised and writing two more at the same time. Focus is not my forte. I keep skipping around. I've got my seaglass jewelry that I could go back to. I still have quite a bit of inventory because I love making it but the selling part is not my cup of tea. I wonder if I could get my stay-at-home daughter to be my Etsy shop manager? It's worth a shot. It's not like.... uh, nevermind.
I'd talk about the elections here in the states, but my mama taught me not to use bad language and I've managed quite well up until this point in my life without gutter language. And trust me, this presidential election elicits an odd desire in me to spew words I normally eschew. Trump and Hilary. How did we come to this? I was also taught that if I couldn't say anything nice, to not say anything at all. I fear I've not always lived up to that lofty goal, but I try. And in an effort to keep trying, that's it for my commentary on the 2016 presidential election. :(
Late at night, when I can't sleep I slip earbuds in and listen to the police scanner for Seattle. It doesn't help me sleep but I've discovered how very much goes on below the surface of this world that most of us never realize. We do not see what our police have to deal with on a daily basis. I've listened in on active CPR for heroin overdoses. Some make it, others do not. Shots fired, domestive violence calls, robbery, drugs, abuse, missing people, hysterical people. I have heard a great deal of calls for people fighting under the influence of drugs or booze. It all comes down to personal choices. Nearly all these calls are for people that have made some very poor choices in their lives and now the police have to come clean up the mess, save the victims, catch the bad guys and some times they are forced to take a life in order to protect their lives and the lives of others.
The attacks on our law enforcement is a direct result of the hateful rhetoric in the news, by organizations that march in the streets calling for the death of police officers. It has to stop. This is not the way to further your cause. News outlets, elected officials and the BLM all have blood on their hands for Dallas and Baton Rouge. Stop screaming. Start talking. Hate has never solved anything---ever.
Now, back to your regularly scheduled programming until I remember my blog in several months time and post once again.
Be kind to one another.