Things

I try not to hunch up my shoulders now, make the conscious effort to let them drop and push them back.  I've been tense so long it hurts to relax.  I threw out the ugly shoes, which were very comfortable, but, indeed, ugly.  A year in them finished them off, and that is not bad.  Next. Next.  Next.  I am sneaking a few words of writing in, but this afternoon, I have other things that need attention.  Tutoring Red Dragon for one thing - my nephew, that shall be his pseudonym.  He is hyperkinetic and in kindergarten and already they are trying to track him into misery and shitty outcomes.  So fuck them.  I don't think I am a good teacher, but I am better at it than I am at anything else, and I don't have to teach for a test or lie for a bureaucracy, so I have a great set of advantages.  His mother is terrified of the computer, which is going to make this a lot harder, because I want to know what he's doing in school, so I can plan something complementary.