My Hundred and Eleventh Birthday

I am approximately one hour away
from being on Spring Break; after I drink this tea,
I shall turn in the grades for my WS200.
My next class isn't until Tuesday.

For the next ten weeks,
I will only be teaching on T/TH, from 9am-1pm.
I won't know what to do.

In the meantime, I've applied for the position
of StoryTeller at our local Library.
Every summer they run an ad
seeking to contract someone to read to preschoolers
for six weeks of the summer, half hour treats, at $2400.
That's about $100.00 an hour. Perfect.

I worked at a preschool from '97-'98
and hopefully meet all the qualifications . . .
but this is relatively a small circle
and I'm sure the Library has someone already picked out.

But, could you imagine? Wouldn't it be lovely?
I have all the right voices and facial expressions
for storytelling and have been doing so for at least 12 years.
If I should get this position, perhaps I could delay
getting a real job even longer . . .

On another note, house hunting is such a drag.
We've only seen a couple worth a second glance--
in our price range that is. My, I have found a couple
little cottages starting at $359,900.00, but I find that
a bit pricey and too many bathrooms to clean. Seriously.

One stunning house was right within our price range
and looked like a lodge we frequent--
vaulted ceilings, tons of wood, and a nice loft--
too bad it was built on a cliff and came with an
"As Is--No Warrenty" sign attached . . .
My partner wouldn't budge.

Would have been so romantic for writing . . .
Hope you have a lovely day
and that all of your favorite dreams come true;
I believe that's an important qualifier, don't you?