Baby steps back to blogging

It turns out it's hard to start blogging again if you fall out of the habit. It's similar to the problem of wanting to call someone you haven't talked to in a long time, but wanting to have a regular conversation and not a summarize-what-you've-been-up-to-for-the-last-six-months kind of conversation. For some reason, on the phone I often give an account of my doings that's gloomier than I really feel about them, but in a blog post I always feel compelled to say that everything is so awesome, and there is something about that that feels weird.

Anyway, now I'm off to go teach sailing in the rain. I'm not dealing all that well with having mostly 15-year-old co-workers, is the truth about that.

My perfect life

I'm red as a tomato, surrounded by teenagers, and not making much headway on my interview. But if I can work out the kinks, it still really is my perfect life.

In the morning, I bike along the water to the CWB and teach sailing classes till 1, then I bike home and work on my reading and writing projects. My cat is great, my garden is growing, it's still light at 10:00 pm, B&R are safely married despite all my crying, I know more people in Seattle than ever before, I'm doing no work but work I love, and I'm going to Mexico! Still, I've been feeling a little sad, and missing people from the other parts of my life. I wish I were better at long-distance communication. If anyone I haven't talked to in a long time is reading this--well, I have probably been thinking about you and missing you.

This is where I work

I had my first day today, which was just training and set-up for the festival. Next week we start teaching. I feel like I stumbled on something pretty close to what I would create if I got to make up my dream sailing program; don't want to jinx anything, but so far I love it. This part of me has long been dormant.