In my last blog, I forgot to mention that MY spring semester class, not just Paul's, begins tomorrow at Armstrong. I've been so excited about the Christmas trip that I almost forgot that I've been accepted into the Communication Disorders program and my first class, the Anatomy and Physiology of Speech, Language and Hearing, gets underway tomorrow.
I think of this as a Plan B. If everything went the way I would prefer in my Ideal Fantasy, I would retire from the school system, Liberto would be promoted to Bureau Chief, we'd win Fantasy Five, and Sharon's and my movie deal would magically materialize, and as a result of all of the above, I would become a full-time homebody, learn to cook decently, adopt some more animals, read a lot, and go to work NOWHERE.
However, one can never be sure what will pan out. On the opposite side of my positive fantasy lurk the things that happen to people in real life. For example, one of my colleagues at work, who is probably no more than 40 and has two small children, has a 50-year-old husband who has Alzheimer's Disease. He has had to stop working and be placed into an assisted living situation which probably costs a fortune. Now she is the sole breadwinner and sole parent. Husbands not only get sick, but they also leave wives for cute, younger women. Or husbands lose jobs unexpectedly. I will hope for the Good Fantasy scenario described above, but I will proceed with the Plan B, even if I never have to utilize it. The worst that can happen is that I'll learn something new, get my mind off high school politics, and feel valuable again.
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