I didn't go anywhere, just lazy about using the computer, but I have got a lot of posts to catch up on! I missed you all!
The greenhouse is pumping out mostly tomatoes and jalapenos and bell peppers. The chicken whose leg was injured by the horse has been living in there - I drop off her food and water in the morning. Oddly, she and the cat have been hanging out together.
I have been working with the Crazy Horse and he is calming down quite a lot. I guess he finally figured out I am not going to hurt him. I even gave pony rides on him - we practiced a lot walking around the yard until there was nothing to scare him - not even the flappy tarps or the skill saw my husband was using. He did great. He likes kids; he really does. He will even pick up all his feet before I get there now, which is darn good, considering where he was a month ago - flinching when you even touched his leg and jumping sideways five feet if you went near his off hind.
My husband and two younger kids are leaving tomorrow for a wedding on the mainland. My older son and I couldn't go because we're working, and our older daughter has moved to another island. I wish the wedding were a month ago, so I could have gone, too.
I started a new job today. It was overwhelming, because I swear this school has more acronyms than the federal government. I am still not sure what several three letter titles mean - but I assume they are better than four letter words! I am going to miss my co-workers and students ridiculously much from my old school, but taking a peek at my new office and the teacher work room assuaged some of the pain - as well as seeing the prep time! Prep time was a myth at my old school. It was rumored in the contract, but I never saw the beast - and I never had a duty free lunch (but that was totally my choice). Ironically, since I won't have to drive as much or rush around as much, the prep time isn't as necessary, but hey, I am not going to argue. Having to get 90% of my students reading at grade level by May feels like a piece of cake with that much time to get stuff ready for them - and equipment to make it on, instead of scrambling and making do.
So this week, I make the transition from most-of-the-time farmer to throw-food-at-the-animals-and-farm-on-weekends which happens during the school year. These transition weeks are hard - like changing heads, not just hats.