A little salt in the wound...

OK, as if it wasn't hard enough being non-renewed, it was a huge job to take apart my classroom and move all my stuff. So we've been in this tropical band of heat and humidity, and school isn't air-conditioned. It took me three days after the last day of school to pack my stuff and get it moved into my storage unit. (The "temporary" storage unit that I rented last Spring as an incentive to try and clean out my overloaded cellar. $122/month for a 5x8 space, but it's clean and dry.) I'm thankful I had the storage unit, because it's now pretty full-up. The house is beyond cluttered to chaotic. I don't know what I'd have done if I needed to move things here. I started tutoring a neighbor's son today. Funny thing is, she thinks I'm doing something so helpful for her/them, but I think I got way more out of today than he did. Working with him gave me a focus other than being unemployed. I also got to experience teaching in its simplest and purest form, working one-to-one with a willing student. I'm working on the procrastinating thing, too. Not trying to be a world-beater, just trying to do things one at a time.