cleats instead of biscotti Jan 2012

Jan 2012

I usually write about feelings rather than events.
Should I try writing about events? The events in my life aren't that extraordinary. I suppose the feelings in my life aren't that extraordinary either, but they are certainly the part of my life that I don't understand - so, more compelling?

There are a lot of kids in my life these days. A lot. I dream of having a job where I'm surrounded by grown-ups. Lately, I've wanted to have a job at a cafe in Salt Lake City. A place to leave behind every time I drive home. Quirky co-workers with entertaining problems; being in love with a professor at school, trying to convince a sister to move here from Toronto, deciding whether or not to get a cat or a tattoo.

I would love to work at the coffee counter at the SL library. That is a loaded statement. Why do I want these things? Do I think these are jobs for young people? Do I want to be young? Or experience a different life than I did when I was young?

When I was 24, I had two kids and was pregnant with my third. I was teaching school at BHS and clipping coupons, hauling big wheels, playing in fountains and reading story books. It was a great life. Maybe more fulfilling to me than I would have found filling coffee cups and cutting biscotti. Who knows.

Still… I want to read a good book commuting on the light rail to work, walk three more blocks to get to there and eat lunch out of a brown paper bag on the lawn. I want a boss that tells me what to do every hour and I don't want to be responsible for anyone's happiness. I'm probably not responsible for anyone's happiness now, but it feels like I am. Someone has convinced me.

I don't want to work in a clothing store or a bank.
I don't want to be a bus driver or a parking attendant.
I think it sounds fun to work in a hotel, but maybe that's just because I'd like to go on vacation.
It sounds really fun to be a farmer. I think I'd be ok with that for at least one season. Wouldn't it be fun to take a year and do a different job every month?
I'd like to be the secretary in the music dept at the U for a month.
I could work in a high rise for a month. What do they really do in high rises? Maybe I just want to ride the elevator.

Well, its late. Tomorrow I'll go to work and teach kids to sing.
And I’ll get there really early.
And it will be dark.
And I'll be so busy at lunch, I'll eat a protein bar.
And I have rehearsal after school so by the time I get home it will be dark again. Guh. Boo. Mer.

I could be a ski lift operator for a month.

Corinne is currently sobbing because Rich is taking her big toe nail entirely off. It died weeks ago after she wore cleats that were too small to an indoor game. Who knew?  Gotta go....