Zen and the art of carrying on

My meeting with the head was postponed until next Monday. They'd forgotten about an observed lesson. Do I have a job next year? Who knows? I feel it has taken me most of the year to start to belong, so I hope so. At lunchtime break, I put on a disco CD. The teachers and TAs started dancing. When the bell rang, they carried on dancing. The students were either beside themselves with excitement or visibly unimpressed. After that we had another puppet show. Such is my world.

To cope with the pressure of still not knowing, I went clothes shopping. I even went so far for you, blippers, as to put one of the tops I bought on a plaster of Paris bust to model it for a photo. It looked terrible! So instead we have some artwork from the back of the Zen Poems book, and a quote from another source:

"Better than a thousand useless words is one single word that gives peace"
The Dhammapada

I am tidying still, the filing cabinet has been moved and the contents are in baskets. CleanSteve's sister is coming to stay, and I am washing the sheets on the spare bed. Bomble is bedding down on the naked duvet. I hope Steve's sister doesn't have cat allergies! I am still struggling with making up very specific items for clients, and a card for my niece, while all around is chaos. Steve is redoing the garden with morning glories everywhere, and a friend is coming tomorrow to help him labour. They started making raised beds last year, but stopped when Steve got a dreadful cough. One day we will grow our own veg. And I will have a filing system that works.

Thank you all for your lovely comments.

PS Strange how I revert to poetry at times of uncertainty or ill health. What on earth does that say about the first 21 years of my life? My nose was never out of a poetry book!