They Know We're Leaving

Today we told our boys we were leaving. It was very sad but they appeared to take it well. I'm still following leads to find an Art Teacher position and working on my Alternative Certification. It's difficult looking for work, a place to live, school for kids, and childcare all while working at a 24/7 job. I think the boys knowing that we're leaving will help us work together in this transition.

Chance? Encounters

I went to Annie Simpson's art opening at Texas State tonight. Her and Curtis Miller were part of a show called Home Grown. I saw Mr. Borremans, aka Gary, at the opening along with Linda K. Jones. It was cool to have all these artsy people to look at and smile at and talk to. I felt all like wow.

Mr. B's an ex high shool art teacher. Linda's head of San Marcos Arts Council, organizes art shows and teaches Art Ed at Texas State. Annie's a talented artist from I met in high school, very creative, and she's teaching a couple of coarses at TSU.

For those of you who don't know, I'm changing jobs and am looking into teaching art. The job I have now gives me no time. I'm tryin to be an art teacher. Interesting night. Serendipity. Divine encounters. The Universe leading. God directing. There is yet hope. I am not lost no matter how black the night feels.

Look

Looking for art teacher jobs. I drew a picture in my sketchbook today of random flying thingies. My little green sketchbook is my little piece of artistishness that I carry with me when the concrete and sweat seem like all there is.

The Trouble with Me as An Artist

I have so little time to paint. Blah?!?!?!! I've been sick too and I think it's because I'm so stressed working. Those artists!!! Who do they think they are wanting time to paint. We need money to live. Making us look bad, sitting around doing art, like we aren't all inspired like they are and stuff. Bah humbug. Those Artists.

The Call - Nashville, TN, USA

Did you guys watch The Call on God TV? 7/7/07 Read up on the prophetic message and significance of the date. 40 years since 1967 -summer of love (drugs/sex revolution, Jesus People movement begins, Jerusalem captured and taken into Jewish hands.

Many people fasted 40 days ending on July 7th. A call for a new generation to start a godly revolution/revival a kingdom summer of love to bring in revival and reverse the curse that drug experimentation and free love released upon our families.

Put in Notice

WE put in our letter of resignation at our work today. Our supervisors made no comment as of yet. My wife and kids went to the movies today to see I forget what. They had a good time.

Today at dinner, I was interrupted by a call and went into the other room leaving 7 teen boys alone. I was annoyed by all the noise the boys were making in the dining room and checked up on them. There were two boys running around the table and house holding their mouths and turning red. They had been dared to eat a fresh serrano pepper. They both ate half. One boy ran around the house huffing and puffing with a towel wrapped around his face and drinking water from the outside faucet. One of the other boys was recording it on video with his digital camera. I was mad but I agreed that the situation was funny.

I reminded my brother to start planning our next family reunion for just the immediate family. Him and his wife get to choose the spot.

I talked to a cousin at the reunion who said that the Mexican way of doing things was better than the American way. The American way, he stated, had to do with getting more and more stuff, while the Mexican way was working to pay the bills and living as simply as possible to free up time to spend with family. My dad told me that in America many people live to work while in many other countries the work to live.

Got back from family reunion.

It was fun. Zaragosa Coahuila Mexico. Sanchez Garcia family reunion. I learned more about my family. Made some good friends with cousins and bathed in a spring fed canal.

Change is happening. It's happening soon.

My daughter's been throwing up at night. As I washed out a trash can in the yard, I thought about the proverb, "As a dog returns to his own vomit, so a fool repeats his folly." Then I walked into the carport and was greeted by a huge dog just staring at me, sniffing for that delicious daughter vomit. It kind of shook me up. The timing was weird.