No Soup for Me!

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Monday, September 30, 2024

 I don’t often get recognition for anything. I’ve had some recognition here and there, but my job is a thankless one. Teachers often hear the crap from parents, admins, students, etc, but rarely do we get recognition….like real recognition in terms of rewards or bonuses. I’ve never gotten recognition from my school district while others who have done less than me…much less…have earned honors for which I’ve been overlooked time and time again. Sometimes it’s downright depressing, because I’d like to get teacher of the month or year from my employer. But that won’t happen for many reasons. 

I also seem to be a has-been at church in terms of singing; I was once part of the A team, but now I play second fiddle. That was apparent at tonight’s choir recording. 

It does depress me somewhat because I try hard. But I think the Lord is keeping my ego in check and reminding me over and over that my reward is in Heaven and not on this earth. Here I need to just be grateful and not ask for too much…when I do, I just get disappointed. Instead, I have to count my blessings and be content.


Still, I sure would like that teacher of the month designation. Sigh! 




Cinematic Masterpiece

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 Do you ever have a dream of epic proportions? As in “cinematic masterpiece?” This one would win the Best Picture Oscar hands down.

Only problem is that I woke up and can’t remember the story.

The dream ended with three older women leaving a house and about to get into a car, when the one (she’s the main character) stops to enjoy the beautiful landscape and the majestic mountain vista. She then remembers her true love — the one who was murdered by a jealous ex — and imagines that he is there and takes her hand to lead her by the hand to watch the sunset together…

And the Second Lady reaches up into the storage compartment of an RV and takes out a drawing that her husband, now deceased, had made which was actually a diagram of some trailer schematics (!!!)

Don’t know what the third woman’s :story is since I woke up. I woke up right when the second woman took the drawing/diagram in her hand.  

I woke in a daze, too. It was as if the dream were real and I didn’t known where I was for a second. 

And now it’s gone. This would have been my masterpiece.