It was another fairly quiet week at Inkreadable. As you know from last week, Felix was not around for the remainder of the week and the next time I see him is later today. I spent the weekend looking for job interview practice sites. I found quite a lot of videos online, But they felt a little bit immature. It has been so long since I have been in the job market properly, that I don’t even know where to begin looking for Felix. In addition, the job market here is a little bit different than the US. Here it’s the personal stuff that you include on your resumes, like your hobbies and extracurricular interests, might just be what gets you the job. Apparently, personality fit is important here, probably more so than in the United States. Armed with that knowledge and insight, I think I’m going to have to write an interview script on my own. It isn’t really writing that I look forward to doing. I’m not terribly good at placing myself in other people shoes.
As ever, Katya and I have fun for 25 minutes. And I hope that she is learning something in the process. This past week we worked on third person singular in the context of a sentence completion game. It incorporated both the present tense and present progressive tense. I am convinced that Katya’s mom is not Polish at all. I think she is a tiger mom disguised as a western mom. Katya now takes singing two times a week, dancing twice on her own and once with her brother, in addition, she’s got class with me. I am not sure how she keeps up that schedule. But come to think of it, my own mom was one of those mothers. I was in dance three times a week when I was a kid from the age of three to the age of thirteen. It must be the Polish angle. My grandfather was Polish. That must be it. Luckily despite being a tiger mom, Katya’s mom is not your usual sort of tiger mom. By which I mean that she doesn’t blame the teacher for a child’s lack of attention. I’m very lucky in that.
Out in the suburbs, Carlton continues to want to push buttons but has resigned himself that I am going to be there once a week whether he likes it or not. It was a better week this week in terms of his concentration because there weren’t 55 million people coming in and out of the house. Thankfully, the doorbell only rang twice. He did want to answer the door but luckily mom, like mighty mouse, came and saved the day. They are working at a much faster pace than I am able to with Carlton. They are covering three spelling lists a week. So we decided that I would cover the even-number list and his family would cover the odd-numbered list. We may be able to get the vocabulary very far up as a result. But I can only work on one list in an hour and his family can work on three lists in a week. I have to figure out how to increase my pace.
Writing continues to be a source of inspiration and delight. It always is, but it’s always better when it actually works. I have stuck to my goal this week of 500 words on Thursday and will have to see if I’m able to stick to my 500-word goal for the weekend. This past weekend was a little tight as I had to be out in the middle of nowhere (relatively, we are in the Netherlands) as I have promised to cook for Jasper’s ailing older aunt. As well, on Sunday there was a brunch for the Girl Gone International group ( I said Girl Gone not Gone Girl. You all can relax.). This is a group of women who travel and have formed an online international community that meets up in places around the world. I’m not sure if my readers know, but I never pass up a chance to go to brunch. It’s the one Americanism I allow myself. Well, that and the love of all things Costco. Writing this week revealed to me that I do really well when I write and there’s magic involved. This anthropomorphic fox stuff, with just a kid talking about her problems, is not my forte. I am finding it quite difficult to make it believable that a kid has run away and is sitting on a tree stump in the woods somewhere talking to a fox who also knows how to talk. Granted, her problems are big as I’ve given her leukemia and her parents are lying about the possible side effects of treatment, But still, I’m finding it a challenge. Nevertheless, I am 2000 words into the story and I think I should be able to finish it either this week or the next.
That’s all she wrote for this Inkreadable installment. But stay tuned. As always, there is more to come.