... and I feel like I have had a very productive day. I don't have anything of any importance on my calendar, and considering looking again for a substitute teaching job. Why would I do that to myself again? Seems like something I would avoid, in the same vein of 'why would you drop a brick on your toe?' Honestly, the jobs working in a classroom with another person are really not so bad, and I do not have any hesitation with going into a pre-K age or kindergarten class room as an aide to the teacher. It does not pay as well as a position as a certified teacher, but is valid as one of those twenty days that have to be accomplished to satisfy the requirements of the school system.
I looked at my kitchen floor last night, while I was preparing our food, and thought: 'how did it get this nasty?' Made the decision to do something about it. But not then, at the end of a long, busy, stressful day, when it was all I could do to get the space cleaned and and drag me to bed..
I got up this morning soon after six o'clock, and immediately started the process. Sweeping, and then mopping. It is oh-so-very gratifying to have a clean kitchen floor. Oddly, something I never, ever noticed as a kid, growing up in my parents' house, but in mine: I find it a delight, absolutely charming to be able to walk into the kitchen and have the floor spotless. Not sticky, not gritty, no spots of spilled stuff, nothing that makes your socks come off your feet, when you step on gummy places around the refrigerator door. Does not last long, but with just the two of us, it is most pleasing to know it is literally clean enough to eat off the floor.
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