Fynn is finally starting to be less boobiefied. She'll even stop at night so Daddy can put her to bed instead of nursing off to dreamland. I'm happy letting her nurse as long as she wants (pretty much), but it's also exciting to have a bit more freedom.
Yesterday I called my local parks and rec department and left a message saying I'm interested in teaching a sign class. Mentioned that I'd taught down the hill for 13 years.
Today a woman called back. Her name was familiar. She said that the budget cutbacks have hit parks and rec; they are cutting classes, not adding them. We agreed that this is utter nonsense since the cost of hosting my class is essentially paying someone to type my info into the online community guide and paying someone else to pay me periodically.
So that's the bad news.
The good news is that the woman's name was familiar because she was the person who hired me 15 years ago. She said, "I'm familiar with the quality of your work and I'd love to have you. Please fill out a contract and I'll let you know when something opens up."
That made me feel pretty darn awesome.
And the not being able to teach a class up here just yet? Well, I consider it one more roadblock in my path to making friends up here. It's almost entertaining at this point.
Tom and I did a bit of home market research. The countdown is well under way. All we need in order to move is 11 months and a down payment. The time part is taking care of itself quite nicely (although I was devastated yesterday to learn it was only Tuesday morning and not Wednesday afternoon). The down payment part? Well we're saving. At this rate it'll be about six(ty) years before we're able to afford the area where we want to live.
Maybe by then my classes will be established and I'll have made some new friends.