Writer's Block

Me, of all people, with nothing to say. Miracles never cease. When I post, I do it for a purpose other than seeing my little tornado float across the screen. It's either therapy for me or something I want to share - spiritual, humor. . . I don't care about the ratings, I don't care about being "top blog".

When I taught writing, we started the day with 10 minutes of journal writing. One kid told me he couldn't think of anything to write about. So I said,"Write about not being able to think of something to write about!" He looked at me kinda funny, then sat down and wrote about a page of the funniest stuff I've ever seen a kid write. So maybe that's what I'll do to try to get motivated.

I write about my antique interests all the time. While it interests me, I would think it's not very exciting to you. Old furniture, Sanford and Son pics, new website. If you're not into antiques and history, who cares? I could tell you about running into an estate sale Saturday that had been poorly attended and buying two truckloads of furniture and collectibles for just under $400, but that seems to be repetetive. I could tell you that I bought an olive wood statue of Moses from Jeruselum for $12 and it's worth near $100. I could tell you that the lady that ran the sale was a good, Christian woman, that I made a new friend, and that she gave me everything that was left if I would get it out of the house. Newer PC, tablecloths, etched ice bucket with matching tumblers, CDs . . .two truck loads. She is going to teach me how to do estate sales. It's hard work, but the cut is at least 25%. Could mean $8,000+ for a week's work. But who in the world cares if you have no interest? So you see, I have nothing new to write about.

I could tell you that school starts soon, and I am really struggling with going back. I love the kids, but have lost respect for many of the other elements involved. But you already know that. They've sucked all of the joy out of what I've done with passion and dedication for 24 years. But again, repetetive and depressing. I know the only reason I'll be able to finish the next two years is because I know I have His support, and the kids need someone to make them laugh. You won't find that in the tons of legal documents and regulations we have to follow to ensure that every child becomes a nuclear physicist. Kids need to PLAY and have fun just as much as they need the other stuff. This is how they learn to socialize. Besides, they learn more from each other than the best of teachers. You won't find that in any policy book, but it's a fact. Give them a task, the tools, and stay out of the way. God, I used to love my profession. The mere thought of what is being done to it. . . .Seeee! Depressing. But it's the truth, and that's weighing on my mind. Yes, I have faith, but I'm still human, and I have weak areas. I think the main thing is that I feel like I've given 24 years of my life to the kids, and I'm afraid I'm going to leave with a bad taste in my mouth if I don't petition God for a miracle. The little episode I went through at the end of last year was the icing. It was handled poorly; very poorly. I find it hard to believe people can live with that much hatred and deceit in their lives. Yes, I know some things, actually most things, we have no control over. But I like being full of spirit and joking around with people. That's what makes me "me". For those that pray, please do a quick one for me; to lift my spirits and help me regain that passion for two more years.

I do have something a little funny to share. My stepdaughter got the refrigerator from this house that had the estate sale for her garage. This was a nice, inside fridge for 37.50. It was actually nicer than the one we have in the house. So when I asked her if she needed a refridgerator dolly, she assured me they had one. I didn't give it too much thought, but in the back of my mind I questioned why a school teacher and an engineer would have a refridgerator dolly. Sure enough, they drive up and proceed to load said beast on my dolly, which had been borrowed without me knowing it. Funnier than that, they still have my dolly!

Maybe just as funny if you could see it, the front of my hose looks like it was hit by a tornado, pun intended, as I had to clean out one of my warehouses to get all the stuff in I got at the sale. And that's after working on it for hours yesterday.

So you see, I have nothing new to share, so I just won't write until I have an inspiration to do so.

God Bless,

TT55