Wild weekend

I figure that I will have to write this blog in a series of installments.

Friday after school I came home to welcome my older son, Truckee, moving in. He had already made one trip in his car, rented a truck, gone back down to the city with Joey and arrived with a truck load of stuff. It has been a difficult year for him, I think, but in some ways rewarding. He lost his job, or better to say - his non-profit organization, Film Arts, folded over a year ago. He completed one screen play with a friend, John. He took a course in Flash and other such web media and was by his reports voted most likely to succeed. Yet in this down economy could find no work. Just two weeks ago he called us, excitedly to say that he had an interview, then a second interview. When they did not call him back after the second interview, my judgment was that he was too good for them anyway.

I came home exhausted from work on Friday. When Truckee asked for help to move, I was thinking that "I am not going help." But I could not resist there was so much to do. He has a lot of things. Donna was planning on keeping many things in Joey's old room but we moved out the bed and a rug and installed our old heavy bed with a giant mattress in the corner. All the while we are dealing with our problem cat who loves to pee and poop in unexpected places.

I ended up helping him, carrying the matress in, the bed frame, the chest of drawers, numerous boxes- a truckload. Kathy arrived just as we were moving things in. Kathy comes up for the Celtic festival every year and ordinarily we have time to chat and play a little music. Also my friend, Roger holds music parties on both the Satuday and Sunday of the Celtic Festival. I begged off on Friday night because I was tired.

Donna traditionally works on Saturday. Rumors of H1N1 were flying at Juvenile Hall over the sickness of one boy. I cannot give the results (sworn to secrecy) I took Saturday to catch up on my school work. I work slow and with distraction on a Saturday. Nevertheless I got to the point where I could come in on Monday and be reasonably ready. I was holding Sunday aside to go out with Donna.

Saturday night Donna and I went to a venue at Green Valley Farm- the closest thing to a real commune that I know of. Our friend Riggy lives there with a few dozen "back to the landers". I have played a contra in the old barn and this evening- a celebration of experimental music and dance. Freida is an amazing improviser, small lithe body and smooth original movement. She had a partner that Donna called handsome. Jesse had friends from college provide the music- handmade metal instrument, fashoned from recycled parts and run through some midi synthezier. Also there were several experimental films- the first was Frieda planting paper flowers in the snow- I liked it. The second by Freida was less appealing to me- three freinds frollicking in nature- but Donna liked it. By the end of the performance I was starting to nod off so again decided not to join the late night jam session at Roger's. I heard it was a good one with Molly's Revenge showing up late to push the session to 4:30. Donna's friend from Lark, Kelly came to stay with us. We stayed up an extra hour and chatted. Kelly squeezed into the trailer where Truckee had packed much of his gear.

I am in Period 5 now. It is my full class. One person is absent today. I have a visitor who is interested in becoming a teacher. He is observing my class. Truely for a class of 33 or 34 this is a good class. I am thankful that he has not come into my sixth period. I better get around and stamp the books before they get too restless.

I will leave the rest of this blog to tomorrow- most eventful day: Sunday.