Work

Hallelujah! Today was first day of sharing Assistant Director duties with a rather sullen "I used to work alone" Assistant Director. Morning spent in three year old classroom (the one full of crazy children, not the one full of my wonderful former students). Played head teacher till 10:00 am, and then, wonder of wonders, was called in to begin working in the office. The Virgo in me was delighted to take on the mess that was class pictures, get all the money and paperwork squared away, make a few phone calls and walk out at the end of the day with mission "class pictures" accomplished. I also came home tonight feeling much less exhausted. On Monday, my hours become 7:00 am to 3:00 pm and I begin working with the school's owner on a computer program they're having trouble using. I am such a damn geek that this is exciting to me. Also scored a new freelance article and will be writing a piece on beauty supplements for a trad mag. Rent is covered for the next couple of months...hurray! And...tonight is Thursday night...I am kid-free! A glass of wine and a movie on demand from Cablevision for me. Life is sweet.

I Hear America Singing
by Walt Whitman

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand
singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning,
or at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work,
or of the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day- at night the party of young
fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.