Yay! I’m writing two days in a row. Let’s see if I can go back to doing this every day. Blogging is part of my sense of self. What else are parts of my sense of self? I was going to say DJ but that’s part of my man about folk. I’m a radical empiricist. I’m not actually radical but I feel very strongly about it. I’m a Met fan that counts as part of my identity. Last night I went to my first Knick game of the season and I’m afraid that I’m they don’t course through my veins any more; 22 years of Jim Dolan running the team has dampened my love. I don’t want them to do well because they take any positive development of proof that they are geniuses. They don’t let the fact that they have one just one postseason series over the last 22 dissuade them of the notion. I still enjoyed the game, it was great. Overtime made it exciting but it also cost me sleep.
It’s now the next morning. The calendar says it’s Friday but the universe thinks it’s Monday, everything is going wrong. Monday started as soon as I wrote that last paragraph. I didn’t finish writing because I no longer had the teacher’s lounge to myself and I started socializing. Then I let someone trigger me in a baseball argument. I hate getting triggered and I’m not happy with my behavior. I needed to let things go and I didn’t. I should have done some deep breathing and not minded that he insisted on having the last word. What difference does that make? Absolutely none. It’s easy to see now that I’m calm. I will apologize when I see him. I have to remind myself just because someone else is wrong doesn’t mean that I’m right. This would have been easier to talk about with my old therapist. We’ve gone over this ground before.
After school I went to get my flu shot,, when I got there I wasn’t on the calendar. Because it was really Monday I had scheduled the appointment for next week not yesterday. I rescheduled it for today as I don’t want to wait any longer. Have you gotten your flu shot? How about your Bivalent COVID-19 booster? If not get it ASAP. This saves lives and might save you a trip to the hospital. If you get sick it will be much less severe.
I went to toast an English muffin this morning for my breakfast sandwich and found that there was a small hole in the bag and they all went stale. Instead I had my last bagel. Now I have to go shopping for all sorts of breads.
My wheels were spinning this morning so I left the house a few minutes late. That led to me arriving 15 minutes late. I don’t have an early class but I still have to clock in.
I had trouble logging into this computer. It automatically updated and I lost all of my Chrome bookmarks. I had to search for everything on my school account. It’s still now working properly. It isn’t changing smoothly between my school and private accounts.
I have voluntarily given up my free period to help another teacher. I may get extra pay for that but even if I don’t it’s OK. Her class is too large and the students need a tremendous amount of help. They are years behind their grade level. I love teaching. I am paid for getting up early, the commute, and dealing with the bureaucracy, especially the last. Teaching is fun. If anyone from the school reads this I still want more money. Having money is fun too.
I’ve been spending money making campaign contributions. I don’t have the time now to volunteer so that’s the best I can do. We each do what we are capable of. This election is so important. The Dems have to at least control the Senate if we want Biden to be able to make appointments. Mitch McConnell has shown that he considers a Democratic president as illegitimate and not to be allowed to make appointments, especially of judges.
If I have time to write tomorrow it will be purely on the election. I want to make clear what the stakes are and what the government can and cannot do.
We are allowed to wear Halloween costumes today. I am going as myself on the weekend. I’m wearing a Bobtown shirt and my old tattered jeans. I don’t think the students will ever realize this is not how I would ordinarily dress. Fridays are always dress down but for me that means khakis, not torn jeans. I would wear the Bobtown shirt. I want to wear a real costume on Monday.
The Halloween edition of Gord’s Gold is now available for streaming. I’m particularly proud of this one. It’s appropriately weird. Give it a listen.
Wise Madness 