Well, it's been over a year since I last posted, which somewhat boggles my mind. I know that I am not alone in the fact that time changes as I age. Twenty-four hours doesn't seem the same as it did when I was young. I still remember the seeming endlessness of summer vacation, with long, lazy days and complaining of being bored. I'm never bored now. I don't know if that's an improvement, but it is what it is. Summer now zips by, and the next one is upon me before I can believe it. I start school again at the end of this month, and as I am lucky enough not to be starting at a new job for the first time in four years, I am looking forward to it.
I am actually lucky enough to be teaching the same grade in the same school next year - I even get to stay in the same room. It's another one year leave replacement, but I'm relishing the ability to actually build on the work I did last year, rather than leave it in a filing cabinet for the next person.
One of the reasons I'm now never bored is that there is always something new going on - sometimes good, and sometimes not so good. One of the not so good things happened last week - I was getting ready to go out in the morning, and walked into the kitchen to find a puddle covering the floor. Being the quick-witted gal that I am, I instantly recognized that something was probably not as it should be. Upon closer investigation, I discovered this:
Even without my glasses, the cause was startlingly apparent - who would have thought a pipe could be metal one minute, and fine, dusty particles the next? Luckily, one of the wonderful benefits of owning an apartment and not a house is that I have a super I can call on his cell phone who will come and fix life's little problems. We now have a fully functioning, less airy pipe, and all the sundry nonsense I keep under the sink has been dried out and returned.