With the visit of the team from the Southern Association of Colleges and Schools, our long regional nightmare may be over, or it may have just begun. I have heard much in the past few days to make me quite nervous about what these various forms of oversight might mean. I do in fact think that accountability is a good and necessary thing, but I have to admit that the coming shape of my profession is a far cry from the dream of academia that I once treasured. I have heard nothing that encourages me in that respect. I expect that if I still work in a university setting in ten years, I should count myself incredibly fortunate.
Because I have no other skills.
Speaking of skills, I am pondering stepping away from my teaching role at the church. The class is going absolutely nowhere, and I'm not the type to make it a warm and fuzzy occasion to be at Sunday school. It just may be that I am not the man that's needed in this instance. And let's face it, I'm not all that gung-ho about church to begin with . . . a little goes a long way for me.
There is a coyote hanging around; it has made a couple of close passes to the house during the middle of the day. Fortunately, The Mutt has been inside both times. Still, we find it odd to see a coyote that close to a people house in the broad daylight. Just about everyone has had the same response: "shoot it!"
Speaking of The Mutt, she got a two-hour pass today--slipped her collar and spent the next two hours running around the neighborhood and fields close to us. Almost got hit by a couple of cars, nearly tried to follow the van as The Runner went to pick up Number One Son from school. I was called home to help with the luring of The Mutt. I picked up the leash & collar, took Little Red by the hand, and we went for a casual walk. The Mutt saw us, and didn't hesitate--ran at me like a missile. I gave her the hot dog I had in my hand, slipped on her collar, and brought her home.
I will also just say that an eight year old boy is an interesting figure to have around the house.
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