Today I must have acquired atleast 32 megabytes of cell phone bandwidth in my dome. My ping was off the charts. It all started with a call to the JCC, my new job teaching 3, 4, and 5 year-old minituars. Settle one thing, move on to another, and I started mapping out my weekly schedule on a sheet of looseleaf. The tight squeeze gives me all the vitamin C I need to move swiftly.
CSDS had its last day of open house registration today. It was very busy, and we acquired many new students and some returning ones also. There seems to be an influx of 7 year old munchkins who are completely in love with dance class. Taking 3, sometimes 4 classes a piece! This is a good thing for children, especially those with Cystic Fibrosis.
My phone started ringing about 4:30pm. It was my new employer, stating that nobody had shown up to a preschool in Jamaica Plain to teach their weekly “Infant Yoga” class. I pressed #1 on the keypad. “Did she really just say Infant Yoga?” It’s becoming to sound more familiar to me now, but at the time I was baffled. What in the world is this? Well, apparently it’s a popular thing with the XL33tY generation. Baby Om. I can go along with this. After 3 or so phonecalls many apologies were made, and a crisis was averted.
The solution lay in the low-talking Restauran Equipment Salesman coming to the studio to drop of a “load of equipment.” In my mind this would include CDs, musical instruments, maybe a parachute or two. Boy, was I wrong. Being led down this dark tunnel that is called Jump For Joy, I’ve entered in to a realm of triangular squishies (8′ x 4′), atleast 1500 hula hoops, and many strange tubular cylinders which may be used for….holding the lung tract open while babies conduct Infant Yoga???
I’m officially self-employed people. It’s about high time I jump for joy. Cambridge may be flat, but the road ahead holds many hills!