Our house

I love where we live. I love it. It is truly "home." It's an old mobile home that we've added to over the years. Instead of an old yellow trailer, it's a gray stucco or "piece of concrete" as Bill would say. Setting in the middle of a one acre lot, Bill has mowed, planted and pruned, giving me a yard full of precious gifts.

We moved here when Josephine was 2 weeks old. It's the only home our chidren have ever know. As our children have grown and changed, so has our home. This is an iris, blooming in our front yard. They were a gift years ago from a friend at Fairview Nazarene Church, Ruby Douglas. I'm not sure how many years we've had the iris but I know it's in the two digits and the first digit is probably a "2"
Bill loves roses. Well, we both do. I've always told him not to give me cut flowers because I don't like watching them die. Instead, he's given me live roses. Rose bushes. This rose bush started out in a blue 5 gallon bucket. Bill bought it when we got married and were living in a 1 bedroom efficiency aparment. When we moved here a year later, the bucket came with us. The rose bush is alive and well in our front yard. It's been over 26 years years. :-)
Our back yard.To the right is a hybrid poplar Bill started when Travers was an infant and Josephine was about 4. It's keeps leaning. Someday I worry it may lean into our bedroom. It towers well above our house and creates the best shade!

This was taken from the patio. We had a globe willow. It was old and more dead than alive. Travers and Bill spent Sunday afternoon cutting it into firewood. We found a Bubba Willow that will go in it's place. Yes, the tree is called a "Bubba" Willow.

I'll have to take more pics and post them later. We've had so much rain in recent weeks, everything is so beautiful.

I can teach

I've been trying to decide whether to continue this blog or drop it. I've heard a lot of negative in recent weeks about blogs, Facebook and My Space. For now, I shall continue.

In March I had to renew my license to continue subbing. Because of my lack of credits, I've only been able to sub as an aide or librarian. That has always been fine with me. I would get a few days a month and I was happy.

Recently, I've been called to sub in classrooms I didn't enjoy. Nothing bad. It's just hard when you're an aide trying to follow the teacher's cues. My frustration was getting to the point I knew next year would be my last to sub. I would use next year to kind of wean myself away from the job and look for something else.

When my new license came through, it was as a substitute teacher. Short story, I can sub as a teacher based on experience. This is good. :-) Since then, I've been subbing at least 2 days a week as a teacher (very unusual this late in the year). More pay. Not much but a little more. More responsibility, which is fine. After all, I've been doing this over 18 years.

This does open up a whole new proverbial can of worms for God to direct me through. A few of which are: how many days do I really want to work, and what schools would I like to limit myself to work at? The biggie is, if I'm going to sub I can't be leaving the house at 6:15 each morning to walk if I really want to work. Teachers have a habit of calling in the day of, not the night before.

Fortunately, there are only 7 more school days. God has the whole summer to let me know what He wants me to do.

I am very blessed and very thankful I love to sub.It fills that need in me to be needed - something I think we all share. I also believe teaching is my gift. Subbing allows me to use that gift. There's always opportunities for me to subtly weave my faith into the classroom.

God is good. :-) ALL the time. :-)