Usually Sunday Share is about sharing other wonderful blogs out there. However, this Sunday is about sharing about my life.
It has been over a month since I have posted and I wanted my first new post – yesterday’s – to be about Babu and not me. I wanted that because that’s what this blog is about and I missed doing it so much. I missed reading those pages the most. April 1939, like all the other months, was thrilling, engrossing, funny, and endearing to read. Babu, in 1939, is 21 now and it is a trip to read about her parking with Jake and talking with her parents about which guy is the best for her to think about marrying. Sometimes I am transcribing these passages on the other side of the kitchen table from her and I laugh. She has no idea why. But as you will read in Tuesday’s post – stay tuned – her passages are about about much more than just her life. Hitler has made his first appearance. I love how these passages can’t help but be historic. I believe that their importance stretches beyond this family.
It has been a really long time since I have shared these passages with her and it aches my heart. I think I will try again, I’m thick headed like that, but I know it will end in triggering her into her sorrow loop. You know the one. The one where fifty years later she still mourns her husband every day. It doesn’t matter what or who the passage is about, reading about those days gets her upset. It feels wrong not sharing with her and it feels like such a very short time ago when the whole purpose was to do so…
If you want t read more about her sorrow loop, read this passage:
So, why no posting for a month? Well, my life has changed, again, dramatically. First of all, something you will read about in detail in tomorrow’s post, is STELLA! Stella is our pup. <3. It was a long road to get here, with one major bump, but Stella is here to stay.
The other major change is that I am back to work teaching. This, I’ll tell you, has be a wild ride. One night, about a month ago, my husband talked about the instability of his job. Being, since I took a year off from teaching, a one income family, we couldn’t really be on that footing. If something did happen, it wasn’t likely I could get a teaching job at any other time than right now. My job at my old high school was gone, jobs at most schools were gone. I began applying immediately and within a week and a half, I was hired and I started working the nest day. I’m hired in a town about an hour from home, thank goodness I love driving, in a completely different type of place, a different school although it’s similar to my old one, and in a completely different position. Now I am very proud to say that I am a Special Education teacher.
These are images I took on a day we walked out to the sports field to give our kiddos a break. The campus is LOVELY and not at all like the inner city I’m used to.
So, not surprisingly, my writing took a back seat while I reeled, I’m being honest here, from the changes. It is still not being a smooth transition, but it’s evening out. I am happy to be where I am right now. It is just amazing the amount of work I have to do on all parts of my life. I could set writing aside as my two main jobs, teaching and Babu, are so important and they need my focus. However, even though no one would blame me, I will not. I would blame me. I refuse to don that wool suit again. It’s just not comfortable.
If you want to know what the wool suit is, check out this post: