The real joy of substitute teaching is that every situation is temporary. On good days one leaves saying, “My, what a great day. What a good class. What a delightful school.” On rotten days one escapes in a hurry thinking, “Thank Heaven I never have to return, and if I have any brains at all, I won’t.”
Today was a good day. The little people were short but delightful.
I came home to find even more pink notices tacked onto walls of structures about the docks. There is a nearby by-law officer who has gone mad. Rumour has it that a disaffected merchant made a discreet phone call to the powers that be to protest Phil’s new hot-dog stand, but would that explain the pink attacks on the local realtor and our inoffensive, partly-built shower that’s been sitting at the bottom of the dock for a couple of years with nobody taking any notice of it whatsoever? And the floating storage shed next to the s/v Salted Rim – what has IT done to offend? (though someone said the storage shed notice was a mistake – a by-law officer thought it was a floating sewage barge. I hope the owner of Salted Rim is offended.)
When I get bored of an evening, I stroll out on the docks to read the pink notices. Around here, the drama is better than TV.
many blessings to you all,