Monday, September 3, 2007

Of Endings and Beginnings

This is the beginning of my blog, so I suppose that this is an appropriate posting.

Tomorrow is the end of my enviable job as a private math tutor. It is an end to 5-hour work weeks and 3-hour lunches. Wednesday I begin my first 40 hour/week job since...has it really been that long?...since before I was married: 5 years. Wednesday I will start my new job as Math/Science Instructional Specialist and Chemeketa Community College. School doesn't start until the 24th, but I will begin Wednesday. When School does start, I will also begin my first term teaching Basic College Math (Subtraction, Division, Fractions...there really are people who haven't learned this before they arrive at college!). Yup. Two new jobs.

This week is the end of Alex's job as a marketing analyst at MaPS credit union in Salem. Next week is the beginning of his new job as "portfolio analyst" (a stuffier word for number-crunching-guy-who-looks-at-bank-accounts) for U.S. Bank. This will be the beginning for him working in a skyscraper (granted, he will work on the 3rd floor in the arm lies in the shadow of the pink tower, but does not support her).

This month also marks the beginning of the month in which we will begin a professional recording of our band Kalaloch. Yeay!

The new job in Portland also marks the beginning of the end of our time here in Salem. My sweet husband cannot possibly keep up a minimum hour-and-a-half commute forever. But, he will try for a while so that I can have this new job opportunity. However, we are certain the commute will chip away at his patience until his stoic chiseled profile begins to sag under the weight of lost time. Then, we will move.

We have really loved our time here in Salem. We complain that there is nothing to do, it is too far from rock and roll (not to mention culture)...but we have truly loved living in Brian & Becky's basement apartment. To think of that ending is very sad. But, right now I'm supposed to be happy. Happy about new jobs. New beginnings.

From the messages left on our machine while we were away (camping at Kalaloch, our paradisaical home away from home), it appears that we may both be receiving new callings as well. We're both sad about that possible ending. We are both Primary teachers and we agree that it is the best calling in the church. Hum. Grum. That is only half a grumble. I'm grateful that the Lord has blessed us so much recently. Certainly we must meet his new challenges with a willing heart.

And this, this is the ending of my beginning post:
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6 comments:

Anna said...

My husband will be so jeolous that Alex has beautiful long curly hair. Alas, we haven't managed to make that work with John's hair...........So I keep cutting it and trying to keep him look "respectable" instead of scruffy. :) Your beautiful long hair!!!!!!I just cut mine short (but you saw that on our fam pic). Can you tell I haven't SEEN you in awhile?

Love,
Anna

Juliekins said...

Jen! Your hair is so beautiful! Your writing- fantastic. it makes my feel as if I should go to school again. Congratulations on all the new jobs.
We just had some people from your ward move into our ward. They are the Banks. I think Emalee thinks you guys are crazy which makes me laugh.
I really miss you guys. We are sad to have David and Melissa gone and even more look forward to the time that you come and actually call us!
My Blog is lame; don't hold it against me! julie-kins@blogspot.com

Anonymous said...

I just found your blogg--good for you. These blogg spots are some of my favorite readings. Thanks for the notice. The picture is good and the hair is great. Hor about a front head shot of the two of you. I have an empty photo frame. Love ya. Gma B

Annie said...

Jen!!!! Hello! It's been years and years!! Well it was very entertaining to read your blog! What fun! I'm glad things are going good. I liked the pictures, especially the one of the feet! Creative!

Love,
Annie

Andrea said...

I'm so glad you've joined the blogging world. I'm excited to get to know you again and hear all about your life.

David S. said...

However, we are certain the commute will chip away at his patience until his stoic chiseled profile begins to sag under the weight of lost time.

Jen, your sentence made me smile.