happy or not, peace or loss
Tuesday, September 06, 2022
when the city pulls back
happy or not, peace or loss
Friday, September 02, 2022
(long)winded
For the most part I can will myself to wake when I want to too. I'm up 5-ish most days, but I can make myself wake up whenever it is that travel or work necessitate. I always still set an alarm as a backup though.
Anyway, all of this to say, I'm not setting an alarm tonight and I'll wake up when I wake up. I do have an orientation to run tomorrow, but it only starts in the afternoon. The first week back after summer and sabbatical has been... a lot.
Pic: Fuzzy parking lot sunset clouds.
Thursday, September 01, 2022
yes and no
YES: Dropped off a handmade card for the new union. (Pic)
NO: Hallmark hasn't stepped up to this opportunity yet--when I googled "Congratulations on your Union," all I got were wedding cards. (Ha)
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YES: I've been shopping for groceries with two crates I keep in the car for a while now. It's much easier than bagging, everything stays upright, and it's easy to eyeball when I have enough food for the week. I highly recommend my crate method!
NO: I do not recommend setting the crates down on the stovetop (and accidentally turning on the stove by leaning on the knobs) because you might set your fresh groceries on fire, the smoke alarm might make your puppies go bonkers, and it could leave the house smelling like the inside of a cigar store. Could have been way worse, I suppose.
Wednesday, August 31, 2022
I got the cider and then I cried
I grabbed some doughnuts and cider for her road trip up north a couple of hours before I was due to teach, and we chatted and cried and commiserated about all the stuff happening to us/around us. And then we were laughing again until she said something about being "long gone" in response to something and I started weeping again.
I won't post our tear-stained 'ussie', but I want to remember happier times and our long walks on the bike path.
Pic: KB's tweet which was followed by some sappy E.T. references from both of us.
Tuesday, August 30, 2022
Say "ah"
...which was full of durm and strang with Nu just refusing to go to school. (Not asking, plain refusing.) When I called the school, they advised me to call the police, and at that point I just gave up. I'm not sure what good could come of calling the police on a trans kid. I'm so out of my depth over here.
Monday, August 29, 2022
#1
Sunday, August 28, 2022
Six on a Sunday
* Speaking of church--UU was one of our first stops today. Nu is helping in the little kids' room instead of doing R.E. with his own set and liking it. Also, the MI Lieutenant Governor was at the service and everyone waved to him. Singing has been back for a while, and I'm loving it.
* Between meeting CF (massage) and BES (dinner prep) and EM (birthday celebration) in person this weekend and marathon text threads and FaceTimes with the cousins, fam, and friends--It was a rather intense social weekend.
* On the other hand, I did a TON of work today with new students. It's a Sunday, but then it's the start of the semester and they're new and seemed a bit lost, so...
* All the syllabuses and diagnostics for tomorrow are uploaded on Canvas. So there's nothing left to do but get some sleep, hope the documents stay stable, and look forward to tomorrow with that classic first-day-combination of jittery excitement and flustery edginess.
* Bye-bye sabbatical!
Friday, August 26, 2022
que sera, sera
Some tangential stuff has been so sweet... from colleagues messaging to say they heard At on NPR; his old YDSA colleagues chuffed with success; my family, friends, and students trying to connect this to me, etc.
So a day of relief. But my body has been tense and tired for a long time. Last week, I'd booked a massage for myself for today. I remember booking it and wondering what state of mind I'd be in when I got to go in: Would I be happy? Would I be crushed? And here's what I said to myself: Whatever will be, will be; I'll need this either way.
My kids' teachers would often make them write letters to their future selves--this massage felt like a present from my past self.
Pic: The offering I took to the temple the day before the election.
P.S. It seems I jumped the gun on International Dogs' Day--it was today not the day before yesterday.
Thursday, August 25, 2022
HUGE exhale; halellujah
We've all been holding our breaths because At really poured himself into this effort and sacrificed a lot. (We've all missed him for months at this point as he worked himself ragged with food service, unionizing, and DSA leadership.) So I'm so glad this thing that is good for the world happened AND I'm happy that At's dream came true.
I'm still catching up to all the media attention this is getting with Bernie Sanders tweeting about it and At quoted as "union organizer" in this Washington Post article.
(Just last year I was worried about his "impromptu gap year;" he's done more than I have in any one year.)
Wednesday, August 24, 2022
dogged
I'm not sure if these guys know they're dogs, and I'm guilty of treating them like eternal toddlers, but I'm always happy to celebrate everything. (I used to get At and Nu those "Every Day is a Holiday" calendars for a few years, and there were some pretty wacky celebrations for a while.)
Big A sent me a heads up this morning that there's a mysterious illness that has killed dozens of dogs in Michigan. Turns out it's a parvovirus. Usually my babies are fairly isolated from other doggies, but I'm taking them to the veterinarian tomorrow for their shots, and that's making me anxious.
(I'm also anxious about attending opening convocation tomorrow, meeting my new first-year advisees, and making it back in time to take S and H to their doc on time.)
Tuesday, August 23, 2022
Day #1 Notes
Monday, August 22, 2022
just another manic Monday
This picture was shared on the college's social media, so I suppose it's ok to share. I was going to joke about looking for me on the far left in this picture... but I can actually espy myself (it helps that I'm so brown and am wearing a mask).
No one at work said a thing about my facial piercings, which I took as a sign that people either didn't notice it or were too freaked out by it. I miss besties KB, JG, CF being at work because they would totally have blurted out questions... and it would be fun coming from them.
Long day: lots of new info and expectations for the upcoming year + some initial prep for a travel course over boxed lunches with CC.
Then I took care of my babies. Nu wanted to spend a couple of hours at the mall with a friend (I counted mall-walking as exercise today); drove to At's Chipotle to morale boost the unionizing crew with some old-fashioned conversation (all the "Union Strong!" orders I'd been placing via the app for $1.67 chips kept showing up with my name on it--unsure of that's a glitch or corporate interference); and now I'm curled up with Scout and Huck. Scout just did his happy sigh, so all is right with the world in this moment.
Sunday, August 21, 2022
up! ahead!
And that was both the last trip and the last weekend of the summer before school starts.
Fall Conference starts tomorrow, Nu goes back to school on Tuesday, my opening convocation and At's NLRB election are both on Thursday... It's quite a week, so I went ahead and booked myself a massage on Friday.
Then I can spend the weekend getting prepped/psyched for the start of term.
Pic: Nu and Big A at the Milwaukee Museum of Art.
Saturday, August 20, 2022
Going West
Anyway...
Big A was so excited for our visit and had arranged a full day of garden and museum visits and a fancy dinner out. But I've been so full of tears and tantrums that we only just made it to the art museum and then got carryout from Shake Shack (I got the mushroom burger) so we could go back to the apartment for some more moping.
I'm in that terrible place where I know I'm behaving badly, but can't seem to do better. An absolute delight.
Friday, August 19, 2022
also new...
And so I made an appointment. When the time came, I wanted to wimp out, but Nu said I was already old and not getting any younger and if I wanted to do something I should do it now. It was the best advice.
(Nu also came to the appointment with me, helped me choose jewelry, and held my hand when I wanted...)
And now I have bilateral eyebrow piercings.
I like them.
Thursday, August 18, 2022
Okay, this is new...
RH, an old student I've kept in touch with via FB, sent this screenshot for reference and wrote to say he's been contracted to write for a game called Wildsea and that he based an NPC (non playing character) on me.
To say I'm grateful to be remembered is an understatement. 🥰 And then I was very moved that my character is a teacher/mentor. ðŸ˜
It was only when I attached the screenshot here and looked at the name again that I realized that the character Dorma Laspra's name is a composite made of the beginning syllables of each of my two first and two last names.
🥰 😠🥰 😠🥰 😠🥰 ðŸ˜
I'm kinda crying now, in case you couldn't tell.
Wednesday, August 17, 2022
s/unlit
Tuesday, August 16, 2022
only connect
Sunday, August 14, 2022
Easy like Sunday...
Some things didn't happen--Pride got rained out on Saturday, grocery shopping didn't happen today... we did get Insomnia Cookies delivered both days though 🙃.
My sense of content is overlaid by the knowledge that there's a train ticket back to Milwaukee on Big A's phone for tomorrow.
And that Nu and I start school next week. I should remember to do weekends like this when we're back.
Pic: (secular) stained glass at UU Lansing.
Thursday, August 11, 2022
Sir Salman
Really unsettled today by the stabbing suffered by Salman Rushdie, whose brilliant and provocative work is the basis for whole disciplines. I and hosts of others made academic articles/positions/reputations based on his work. And he was always so amiable and cordial every time I met him.
I'm not a fan of his later work, recent politics, or aspects of his personal life (I stopped buying his books when he supported Roman Polanski), but I cannot forget how breathtaking and eye-opening Midnight's Children was when I first read it or how poignant Haroun and the Sea of Stories was when it came out ... I remember thinking I didn't know you're allowed to do this with language... I didn't know you were allowed to write about this...
I hope he makes a full recovery.
Back in 2006, I copied this extract from an article in The Telegraph:
It has not escaped his attention that living under a fundamentalist threat was once a solo occupation for him. Now we all are.
"That's true," he says cheerfully. "And I think we all are in the end making the same choice that I made all those years ago which was, you just have to get on with your life. You know, in the end, that is all you can do."
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