It looks like my job hunt has led me to the job of professional door pusher. I've explained to the Lord that this doesn't pay well, I assume He's looking into that for me.
My landlords nixed the daycare plan, as they would be liable for any harm which may befall a child on their property, and they're savvy enough to know that waivers are useless in court.
Although I've been asked by a couple of people to teach voice (I have one student here already), I've declined on the basis that I don't have my masters yet. I think my training and experience would at least equate to a second bachelor's degree, but realistically, I've just been having kids for the past several years and have been out of play and, by LA standards, I believe I am unqualified to teach.
But, having the daycare door closed and the clock ticking, I got a list of area vocal teachers and started calling to get the scoop. What I learned from this effort is that many of them don't know what they are doing and I can match or beat experience with most of them. For those who do know what they are doing, they have no marketing abilities. On the experience side, this was a surprise to me.
(Also in this effort, I found a couple of advanced teachers who I am looking at for my own teacher, both professors at the U, which would help if I did go for the masters soon.)
So, I decided I'd test the market a bit for students. At the same time, I'll be working on the Davis County teaching thing for the fall. If I can resurrect the old marketing person in me and get enough students, I won't have to leave the kids in the fall. But if not, I'll have a backup plan.
We have some other doors we're pushing on. I won't (can't) bore you with them because they involve my paranoidly secretive husband. Some would be very helpful, please pray for his success.
Everybody is well and happy, much less mopey and cynical than in weeks past. We are loving the constant parade of family and friends. David's brother Danny and his wife Jessica brought their Guitar Hero game guitar over last night and we discovered the joys of the two-person guitar battle. Very fun. I'll post pics this week.
Tonight we invited ourselves over to Cousin Kim and husband Mark's house (2 blocks away) and we had a fun chat. Mark is a Church historian and it's enlightening to talk with him. Basically, most of those cultural assumptions and warm fuzzy church history stories you've heard are mainly not true, but the church still is.
I'm sorry I'm so lame with my Thursday food entries on my Mamamelodrama. It feels good not to have a computer-centered life, but it means I forget about the deadlines I've set for myself. I'll try to keep up this week.
Love to all,
Valerie
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