Wishing Upon A Star

July 30 Free at Last

ARIES

Do not be afraid to feel your feelings, to pursue your creative impulses, to try out new ventures, It is only by finding your limits that you can define who you are and it is now possible to renovate, rejuvenate and re-invent part of yourself and your drives simply by being willing to make the effort and give birth to what has long been waiting for expression.

I’ve taken that to mean that I should take the adult ed job. So I called and left a message saying I’d do it.

How easily influenced am I?

Time to go buy a "dummies" book so I don’t have to come up with my own lesson plans. That’s the problem with being familiar with what you’re doing on the computer, you have to stop and think: "OK, so what did I want to know once I figured out how to turn the computer on?" I’ll let the book lead me back to where I was so many years ago.

Here’s the trivia: The first toy product ever advertised on television was MR. POTATO HEAD. Introduced in 1952, MR. POTATO HEAD took advantage of TV's explosive growth to gain access to tens of millions of newly "plugged-in" households.

I used to just love Mr. Potato Head. I loved how you could change things to put an ear where an eye belonged.

Perhaps that was Picasso envy?

Of course I’m old enough to remember that we put the pieces on a real potato, not a plastic one.

And why am I admitting that???

Perhaps you heard shouts of joy at noon today? That was me doing the happy dance when the last summer school student left my room.

Goodbye little children! Go home! Set me free! Let your parents cope with you during the most miserable heat and humidity I’ve ever lived through!

Let them enjoy your whining!

Goodbye! Goodbye!

It’s unfortunate that the kids who are difficult drain so much of my energy that I never get a chance to talk about the good kids and the one’s who were artistic and talented. Even the ones who weren’t talented but who just wanted to have a good time were fun to deal with. Some had a great eye for color and design and were very clever in the things they chose to make.

I should have had more of them so that I could have just done neat art things, and not had the behavior issues that were so time consuming to deal with.

It took me a couple of hours to get everything packed up and put into my car. And of course the heat index was at one hundred and two degrees and I was drenched by the time I finished. Past years, I’ve brought the stuff right back to my regular school building, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do that today. I couldn’t face the building or the town. I’ll be mad later on when I have to schlep it all back there one box at a time. I’m going to hate dragging it up the twenty-eight steps that lead to my apartment too. And of course I have no place to keep all that crap.

Too late for regrets now. I still don’t want to go to that building no matter what!

Now I have a big three weeks of totally uncommitted time.

Bet I successfully fritter it away.
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