I survived my first week long intensive. I think the students liked it too because they said they would protest if I didn't teach the second half of their class after Christmas. At lunch yesterday they asked if I had children ( in a big class, I talk very little about myself, it's their job to practice speaking English together and my job to facilitate that) and I said, "No, I'm gay and married to a man." Of course they didn't see that as an automatic reason for not having children and then one of them told me how she was inseminated at my age (44) and why couldn't we just hire a surrogate to carry a baby for us. After all she reasoned, a child of your own changes your life. True enough, but I don't see myself with a teenager in the house while I'm in my sixties. I came home and bounced that off Serge and he felt the same way. It just wasn't our path in this life and we're both fine with that. Now a pooch is another story.
I got an email from my teaching buddy that I used to work with and commute with. He says it's his slowest session ever and that he feels semi-retired. That would have been me. This new job falling in my lap at just the right time is making me so grateful, I just can't help thinking I'm being looked after. I'm not getting rich but my needs are being met. Gratitude.
This week is another fun part of the new job. I'm basically off except for my two evening courses. I'll use this week to prep for the next intensives and loaf about. Also, I'll try to stop by the bloggers since I've had zero time slash energy this week for it. 479 posts in my queue to read. That's going to take me a while. Anyway, I'm back this week so I'll post a bit more I think. Have a lovely weekend.