
Like a bug in amber, or a mastodon in a tar pit, I've been staying close to home for far too long. I'm tempted to join the OCC youth group on their upcoming trip to Guatemala, but it would be a foolish financial decision.
Much has happened since I last posted, but I'm not going to play catch-up for the whole time -- jeez, it's been almost a year!

The biggest pieces of the puzzle are that my construction project hit some bumps in the road, is still months away from finished, and may get started again soon. Stevie gave me a friend's phone number; Rich is a remodeling contractor and seems to be very professional -- and so far his numbers seem reasonable.
But I just quit the job I'd been doing for 4-1/2 weeks, teaching at Orlando Marine Institute, an alternative school of about 50 teenagers assigned there by Florida's Department of Juvenile Justice. It was touch and go as to my staying there, but it ended up with "go" when I found myself getting too angry at a few students' behavior. So now I'm unemployed again, kicking myself for leaving so soon instead of finding something else first, and scared that my money's running out. Crap.
After I met with Rich today and talked about prices for finishing the mother-in-law suite project (even though I'm divorced and have no prospective m-in-l's waiting in the wings), I spent most of the day searching job listings on the web... bummer...and feeling depressed. Talked with Janice today -- messed up yesterday: I had offered to cook at the coalition on Mothers' Day but forgot in the turmoil of fresh joblessness, M-day lunch with Chas and Yaya at Red Lobster's, and my usual bring-Andrew-lunch afternoon. Anyhow, she was very forgiving, kind and pleasant.
Enough for now. Maybe more tomorrow. Hopefully I'm back on track with this blog. For the select few, there's also www.stinkincats.wordpress.com, but it's a secure, invitation-only blog, mostly about my thoughts on clutter and organization and my adventures in being coached by Molly of Powersystemscoach.com.

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