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Tuesday Afternoon Ramblings

Here’s an update on the farm.  I’m researching and learning about aeroponics and will begin construction on my first prototype of an aeroponic unit this weekend.  It’s gonna be a lot of work, a lot of trial and error, and a lot of learning, but it will also be an amazing opportunity to move forward on the farm.  Pre-constructed units cost thousands of dollars, and we simply don’t have that kind of money starting out.  Therefore, I get to relive the Erector Set days of my childhood and build my own concoction.

I’m not sure I can put into words how excited I am about rolling up my sleeves and building something.  Once upon a time, I thought I was going to be a design engineer, and I spent many years in drafting and industrial arts to learn the basics.  Then, I realized that my math skills were not strong enough to be an engineer, and I gravitated to writing as an outlet for my creative drive.  When I started clearing the land last spring, I reconnected with that part of myself, and now I’m chomping at the bit, so to speak, to get on this project.  I’ll probably even stop at Home Depot on the way home to window shop.

On a more specific note, we’re setting ourselves a tangible goal of nineteen months for having the farm fully operational.  It will take a tremendous amount of work to get there, but I’m so desperate for a change in my career that I’m willing to put in the time to make it happen.  Nineteen months means three more full semesters and one more summer session of teaching.  Then, hopefully, I can retire from education and focus on the farm and my books.  When that day arrives, I will be one of the happiest people on the planet, in addition to already being the luckiest.

One day next week, I’ll post an update on how the prototype is coming.  That’s all for now.

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Monday Morning Ramblings

I often complain about the negative issues in education, but this morning, I would like to take a moment to praise a few of the areas that are positive.

Today and tomorrow are Fall Break, so there are no classes on campus.  However, in Sevier County, dual enrollment instructors are still required to teach in the high schools.  Our first term for dual enrollment ended on Friday, and grades are due on Wednesday.  Since I’m teaching that overload section this semester, grading time is scarce, so last week, I went to the dean of the Sevier County Campus and asked her if I could leave an assignment at the high school and use Monday and Tuesday to grade in my office.  Without missing a beat, she told me that as long as the students were occupied at the high school, my plan was fine with her.  She even expressed an appreciation for the volume of hours I’ve been putting in this Fall.

That’s one of the things I love about my job.  I almost always feel as if I’m supported by the leadership of the college, and I know that most of them understand how hard we work on our end because they work just as hard on theirs.  At the point when I went to talk to her, I hadn’t had a day off in three weeks, and I was feeling desperate for a little time to clear my head and relax.  If she had said no to my request, I would’ve had to grade all weekend again to make sure their grades were in on time.  Since she allowed me to use this time on Monday and Tuesday, I got to get caught up on mowing Saturday and then put my feet up on Sunday and rest.  At the previous college where I was employed, the leadership wouldn’t have cared one iota about my well-being and probably would’ve considered me a derelict for even making such a request.

It’s nice to work for people who understand that we are human beings, not machines.  It’s nice to know my dean appreciates my efforts.  There’s no way to measure how far a little appreciation goes, especially in a profession that is often bombarded with criticism from every angle.  So on this Monday, I’d like to thank Dean Frazier, Mr. Taylor, Dean Crawford, and Mr. McLain for everything they do to support us front-line grunts.  Your efforts are appreciated as well.

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Poetic Ramblings, Too

Again, I’m no poet, but this one is for my baby boy:

For Finn

My little bruiser,
I see you at one,
grabbing my pants at the knees
for me to lift you.
Looking down at your face
is like looking into a mirror
back through time
before these scars and lines.

We are on my porch swing.
Your head rests on my shoulder,
and I feel your soft breath
through my shirt.
I’m singing lullabies to you,
but at two you still fight sleep,
so we swing for an hour,
and I sing you every song I know.

My little clone,
we are in the pool.
You cling to me
like a cat not wanting to leave the sofa,
at three still scared to float alone
even with a life jacket.
You squeal with delight
at every bounce we take,
and I’m glad the water
hides my tears.
Our time is always so short.

My youngest boy,
my Finnster,
your voice is the sweetest sound
on this Earth, so ethereal, so tender.
Your laughter pieces back together
these fragments of my heart.
My son, I never believed I was handsome
until I saw your face.