Me in the Middle

2 of my sisters and I  when we were small: Theresa (tallest) , that's me in the middle (with a sandwich)  and Catherine (with the slinky)

I scanned some of my childhood pictures onto my computer recently. This is one of my favourites. I think I'm 3.

Judy Chicago was brilliant last night. I love listening to women artists and their struggles. I makes me feel not so alone. And let me tell you, the art community is extremely sexist and she has suffered. Even when her shows were deemed great successes, she still made little money and had an impossible time getting other galleries to show her work. She is an inspiration. Of course, after the show I discovered the car battery was dead and I had earlier given my cell to Mist. No phone and a dead car, down town, alone at night. Typical. I ran back to the art centre and luckily for me the bistro was open and they let me use their phone.

Feeling a smidgen of happiness because I found out I can apply for a BC teaching certificate without doing another internship. YAY! It opens up a new job field for me right now. Tomorrow I am applying for my certificate.

The issue for Zumba is I will receive my Basic 1 training on Saturday (next) in Seattle, Washington and then the very next morning in Abbotsford, BC is Zumba Kids training. The catch is that they won't let me sign up for the course until I officially have my B1. So, there is a chance that the Zumba kids class will fill up before I can register (the night before at the earliest).  I'll have to get up in Seattle at the crack of dawn and be in Abbotsford by 8 a.m. That means a 4:30 a.m. wake up on Sunday. I'll give it a shot.

South Thompson River, BC

My girls and Toby the dog

My dad

My parents yard backs onto the South Thompson River

Pip

Mist

Tabs

My mom and I

Pip, "Let's pick up sticks mom and then we can play Harry Potter. Who do you want to be Mom?"

Granny and the girls

Mist and Tabs

Tabs and Pip enjoyed their trip to visit my parents. Mist and I enjoyed our night as well. My mom made salted-carmel sundae sauce---I ate too much. Walking behind my parents house is always pleasant except today, we learned we had picked up an unwelcome hitch-hiker. Little Pip had a big, fat, tick on the top of her head. I tried to get it off with tweezers but it wouldn't budge and Pip was really starting to cry in pain--it was holding onto her scalp for good. Took her to the doctor and had the doctor remove it. It finally came attached to a hunk of her scalp. Pip cried a lot.
Tonight I will attend a talk downtown by Judy Chicago about women artists. My girls are going to a play down town tonight "Alice in Wonderland." Mist's friend Ashley has a part in it.
The job search is nothing short of depressing. I have eight years of post secondary education and for what??? I have options though: keep going with graduate work (PhD or MFA). Try to get into the k-12 system again, or keep trudging along looking for work at what ever I can get.