Yesterday was the fourth day in a row I had an interview. Hopefully, one of the jobs will pan out. Yesterday's job prospect involved babysitting a three-year old boy who is in the question phase: Why is there hard stuff around the fire? Because it protects you from the flames, mom answers. Why are there flames? There are flames because the fire is hot. Why is the fire hot? And so the questions continue, with mom never faltering to give rather complete answers and KB never failing to keep asking them. This questioning sequence continued throughout my entire interview. I often got much more time to think of my answers because of the interruption of question, answer, question, answer from KB and his mom. I was sent home with a carton of eggs and feeling pretty confident about starting the following week. Other exciting opportunities include substituting for a farm daycare/leading summer camp, outdoor educator with a conservation non-profit, and farm educator at a healthy eating non-profit. While the latter is ideal, I was a little surprised actually that I would be excited about all of these jobs. On the 40-minute drive home, this is the only gas station:
In bigger news, after a long morning and afternoon of waiting to hear back from Sarah and the animal shelter about everyone's decision (tentative yes!), at 2:30 we jumped in the car to go pick up our dog, Chance (or Valentine). After a very excitable almost too excitable meeting with our new pup (Kenzie, in the car gives me eyes like "We've adopted a crazy dog"), we stopped at two parks along the way back to try to get his energy out before we got back home for him to possibly meet Sarah. The first park consisted of this: Kenzie sprinting in a wide circle with Chance, then handing him off to me to sprint him in the wide circle, Kenzie, then me. We decided that this could only do so much. Since we had treats, we decided to let him run from one of us standing a short distance away, to the other one. On the first call, he took off towards me at a full gallop, perfect, tongue lolling, coming straight for me....only to continue on at his full stride straight past me. Chance! We frantically called his name. Soon enough he galloped around and around and then back up to us.
During the car ride, I had to keep my arm out as a bar so that he didn't leap into our laps. Frequently, he would try to put one paw over my arm to jump over before resigning to patrolling the back seat and hatch.
The second park had a mostly enclosed tennis court. We both stood at the two openings and goal-tended him away from our area when he would come running past or at us.
Home. Home was working on commands with half of his dinner as treats--sit, down, stay, and come. Home was Chance nuzzling his way in between me and Kenzie to be middle spoon, sleeping against us or on top of us for most of the night. We have two weeks "trial" to convince Sarah that this is the right home, hence his name, "Chance."
In bigger news, after a long morning and afternoon of waiting to hear back from Sarah and the animal shelter about everyone's decision (tentative yes!), at 2:30 we jumped in the car to go pick up our dog, Chance (or Valentine). After a very excitable almost too excitable meeting with our new pup (Kenzie, in the car gives me eyes like "We've adopted a crazy dog"), we stopped at two parks along the way back to try to get his energy out before we got back home for him to possibly meet Sarah. The first park consisted of this: Kenzie sprinting in a wide circle with Chance, then handing him off to me to sprint him in the wide circle, Kenzie, then me. We decided that this could only do so much. Since we had treats, we decided to let him run from one of us standing a short distance away, to the other one. On the first call, he took off towards me at a full gallop, perfect, tongue lolling, coming straight for me....only to continue on at his full stride straight past me. Chance! We frantically called his name. Soon enough he galloped around and around and then back up to us.
During the car ride, I had to keep my arm out as a bar so that he didn't leap into our laps. Frequently, he would try to put one paw over my arm to jump over before resigning to patrolling the back seat and hatch.
The second park had a mostly enclosed tennis court. We both stood at the two openings and goal-tended him away from our area when he would come running past or at us.Home. Home was working on commands with half of his dinner as treats--sit, down, stay, and come. Home was Chance nuzzling his way in between me and Kenzie to be middle spoon, sleeping against us or on top of us for most of the night. We have two weeks "trial" to convince Sarah that this is the right home, hence his name, "Chance."
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