ready to go home?

I have had the last three days off from school because of tropical storm Patricia and am wondering if I may not be retirement material after all. I worked a great deal on school work, of course, but I also pondered at great length what it would be like not to have so much to do all the time. I ordered $1600 worth of books for Libertad with the money my friend Liz came up with. It took me many hours, but, with some help from Harry, I placed the order tonight. I am excited to know that the kids will finally have some good books to read in English. I worked hard the last several days also on a system of organization for all the classes I teach every week, I am hopeful the system will make things somewhat easier as far as planning goes. I am very grateful to Harry for teaching the senior high group three times a week. My fantasy for my job this year has, in many ways come true, it is just too damn hard. I love the kids and I love the teaching but running and designing the secondary English program (without an ESL degree) is not at all what I understood was going to happen. But, this is Mexico after all. So here I shall remain, blundering along each day as best I can while making a committment to get to the beach a lot more often.

Harry and I took some time during our brief rainy season this week to talk about perhaps taking a long trip back home next July, going first to the Grand Canyon, then through New Mexico and on to St. Louis to see Eva, Joanna and Ivan. Once home again I know that I will need to create a new life, all the while bemoaning not having a beautiful view to gaze at each day and no ocean to swim in whenever I wish. Looking out over a snow covered Highway 7 will be a let down for sure. We have lots of ideas and lots of time, god-willing, to create new adventures for the future.

We are looking forward to our first visitors; Alexis and Curtis, the first week of December. At the end of her week here in Mexico, Alexis will fly from Cabo to San Diego to get on a cruise ship with her Dad and Bobbi that will then sail back down to Cabo. Just once again prooving my long held belief that you could never ever predict much of the stuff that happens in this crazy life. And no, there are no plans to all get together for a drink at Cabo Wabo when the cruise ship docks. Chances are something even more weird will happen anyway, so no need to make plans.