Today

Today I came home, opened the door, and was greeted by my six cats, all posing like domino soldiers. Tomorrow I'll probably find the same thing. And that's nice. For someone like me who opposes routine and who thinks that Bohemian is the way to go, well in some cases routine is lovely especially when it showers you with love. Cats, dogs, human beings, they all know how to show love, each in their own way. It's getting colder now and sometimes, when my seven alarm bells have all rung themselves out, I think it would be so nice to turn the other way and snuggle up in bed. But then, I remember. I have duties and children to pass on information too. Not just text book information, but the hand-on kind of, and I cannot let that pass. Not if I can help it. Teaching is a swell job. If it's a job at all. Can anybody be so luckier than to work through a medium they love, with people who love them? When you think of it that way, it's not even a job. It's a beautiful experience. Watching little eyebrows grow with excitement, looking at a whole bunch of little people intent on listening so they may get their hands-on, it's brilliant. Of course you get the odd stressful day, but then who doesn't? And isn't having 25 little people better than having to handle 25 not-so-good and not-so-little people? You can take a rough word from a little man or woman, you can just holler at them, or explain that it's not very polite. From my experience I'd say, talking to instead of shouting to guarantees the best results. That is the way I was brought up too, and I guess it worked. Although I might be a biased judge here!