A blessed Memorial Day to all in the USA. I am thinking of you, Bob Neal!
The adventure, or rather, the ability to have an adventure is about to come to fruition. Our loan is complete, except for the $$$..."show me the money"! After closing we have a 3 day waiting period, just in case we want to change our minds. No way! So being the holiday and all, tomorrow is the day the $$$ should be wired and then transferred several times and then the Island Sol will be ours....glory hallelujah!
Charlie, you are my hero. Your tenacity and perseverance has made that long ago dream come true. You are the one! Hopefully the next blog will be on the boat with "White Star" in a fluted glass and big grins on our faces. Until then....
On a second note...I have retired! Not too sure about this retirement thing. I have already found myself obsessively talking about language acquisition, behavior management and all things school to anyone who stands there long enough to listen OR when I actually hear myself and stop! Leaving my classroom for the last time I stood at the door and gazed across the room, saying "I was a good teacher". Then the tears fell, just for a few seconds, and then out the door I went. Teaching has been a curse and a dream for me. Started out as, "well what else is there to do...oh, I'll just be a teacher". After all they do get holidays, summers off and not much pay. I truly didn't know shit about teaching in the real world after finishing college. It was all learned on the job and in the trenches. Back then, in the fall of 1972, in Houston, TX I got a job on the southeast part of town and began 3 days into the semester...that is a whole other story....and began a 3rd grade position with 36 black children. The first words out of my mouth, was, "hi, my name is Saundra". Oh so much too learn. I was taken under the wing of a wonderful woman/teacher by the name of, Mrs. Vivian Bowser. Her first lesson was, "tell them your name is Miss Schreider, honey". With many things in the middle, I ended with a endorsement in Early Childhood Handicapped and then finished as a behavior specialist working in a private residential placement center for emotionally disturbed students. It was a wild ride and looking back at it now, just 4 days into my retirement I loved it all and it has become part of who I am.
So, back to that top paragraph...a new adventure begins...ain't life grand!
