thestarsalign

A hermeneutic reflection on random particles that organize themselves into waves. But how would I know that, being just another organized wave of random particles?

This morning a few pieces started to fall into place, pieces that had resisted my vain efforts to plan, design, organize, cajole, wedge, or manage them into place for what seemed like a long time. Perseverance furthers, sayeth the book some call the Old Man in the Yellow Coat. So I persevered with firmness and something finally yielded. Or things happened when they were ready regardless of my efforts.

Small things like the student who showed up two weeks ago, sounded positive but didn't commit, then didn't show up, left a message, a familiar tale of good intentions and recidivism. She showed up at class this morning, paid for a series of ten classes, and left smiling. I love being proven wrong.

A couple of hours later, I made contact with the rec center director I'd been playing phone-tag with for weeks, and within minutes we had worked out an agreement on class size, fee structure, room arrangement, day and time for a Monday night class at the shiny new rec center down the road. Small world note: the architect who designed the new rec center is the father of a co-worker of mine in the social studies technology group (aka Tech Gurls).

Isn't it great when things just work out?

I hadn't talked to Jessi or Helga for what seemed like a long time. I left a couple of voice mails, received a couple of messages from them, and finally the ice broke Tuesday night - Shrove (or Fat) Tuesday, for what it's worth, maybe it all has more meaning than us Enlightenment rationalists credit - and I happened to reach both of them on the phone within a couple of hours.

Helga has a new campus job in the equipment room at the stadium at NESU. Not exactly what she was looking for, but it will do for now. She completed the online FAFSA forms which will determine next year's financial aid, so it's good to have that out of the way. Helga and her roommate Brooke have found an apartment just north of downtown. It's cheap, it's on a bus line, and it has enough space for the two of them next fall semester. It looks like it would be an easy bike ride down Crain Ave. to campus, avoiding that hectic downtown Cuyahogaville traffic. She's almost finished with her larger-than-lifesize ceramic pinecone. I can't wait to see it.

Jessi has been reading The Dark Is Rising, a five-book series of magic-realist children's books. He's been taking Spanish and self-defense classes at the Dry Creek Collective and talking to a contractor friend about starting a construction coop. He built a bike from a teal, gray, and yellow Raleigh aluminum frame that fits his long body. At Havoc House, the chickens have the run of the yard, except where they've been fenced out of the garden, and now they are laying eggs, mostly in the chicken coop but sometimes in the house, and they've been known to lay an egg on a sleeping human. Jessi is planning to move back to New York in time to work in the More Gardens Coalition summer camp.

I'm still waiting for a couple of other odd things to fall into place, but that was a pretty good run for one day.