Those of you who keep track of the bylines on our posts might have noticed that my name hasn’t been showing up very often. Though one of our motivations for moving to the country was to improve our work-life balance, the low cost of living here means nothing without a roof over our heads. Even with the awesome deals we’ve found on Craigslist and the Habitat for Humanity store, building supplies aren’t cheap. So in August, I accepted a teaching job at one of the local districts.
It’s a challenge being back in the classroom after three years, but a good one. I love my students and my school, and it’s exciting to put some of the things I learned through my research career into practice. However, between grading and planning, much of a teacher’s work takes place outside of the school day. Ironically, I’m working far more hours out in the country than I did with my mostly-remote research job in Seattle. It’s good work, though, and that makes a difference.
Working on the cabbage is also good work, although of a very different nature. I still feel mostly incompetent when it comes to construction, although my skill set has grown in leaps and bounds. I’ve learned how to wire an outlet and how to hang insulation.
“It’s hard to mess up insulation,” I told Steve, when he complimented me on my work.
Being Steve, he replied, “That’s not true. You messed up plenty of times.”
I couldn’t argue with that.
So my life now consists mostly of teaching and construction work, punctuated by occasional trips to the hardware store. It doesn’t leave a lot of time for blogging, or for my other numerous hobbies, although I have managed to squeeze all sorts of surprising deaths in Long Live the Queen, my new favorite game. It’s a lot of work (and courtly intrigue), but it’s good work. And since, unlike my mom, I’ve never been accused of working too hard, I figure that it’s probably good for me.