I have taken out the recycling–and the trash–and additional items to Goodwill.
I have not written every day, not withstanding the pithy FB status updates.
I cuddled with my son and taken him on adventures.
Feeling a bit disconnected from the world. We’ve been in Baltimore a year, and I can name the people I know here on one hand. I feel sometimes entrenched in the life I built for myself in Colorado and Upstate NY. Although I enjoy this town, it takes more effort to let down my guard and trust people anymore. Why is that?
As a result, I am starting to blog again. Perhaps it will break me out of my isolation and live more in the present. When I do write something, it will be more substantial and therapeutic, and allow myself a place for vulnerability. Over time, I hope I can regain some of my old self, the girl who traveled to Europe and Asia by herself, the girl who expressed herself with reckless abandon, the girl who spent time to paint her toes.
I plan on going swimming tomorrow. Either that, or take Munchkin to the Science Center. Who knows. As nice as these adventures are, it’s been a long time since I’ve lived for myself. I need to regain that–and soon–to make it a priority as another life gestates within me. I must find my own rebirth.
(1) Take out the recycling.
(2) Pay the parking ticket.
(3) Do laundry.
(4) Write each day. Even if it’s a crappy to-do list.
I had a productive day today, although the list is short. Munchkin slept in this morning, allowing some quality quite time with Hun. When Munchkin awoke, to discover he was left behind–as he suspected all along–on very interesting things going on outside. Hun and Munchkin cuddled. I scored a new level on my FB game. Munchkin went down a few hours later, and Hun went to work. Again, I didn’t do much of anything. I took Munchkin to the park, and I met a few moms, and we chatted. Who knows, it might have kindled some new friendship–or not. But perhaps it will spark something further later on, and I won’t have to rely so much on Hun’s companionship, and Munchkin’s playdates with a foreign lad and his mom, who are expected to return to their homeland within a year. Munchkin had a great time.
Munchkin spent the remaining time eating and sleeping. We took a quick jaunt to the independent video rental joint down the street, and picked up a movie. The clerk, who recommended a movie to me the week before, remembered me, and we chatted for a bit. Slowly but surely, things are becoming familiar, and my neighbors are becoming more familiar with me.
I know, a boring entry. However, unfinished business is irking me lately, and something must be done. Since it is late at night, I will procrastinate until tomorrow what I could have done today!
(1) We have lots of pictures and artwork lying on various bookcases. They need proper places on our walls. I have a 10 dollar gift card to Target I will be using tomorrow.
(2) Find a recipe for broccoli soup. Hun asked me a month ago to make it. I had vowed to make one “veggie”tarian meal per week to increase vegetables in our diets and less fatty crap. I fell off the wagon for the past month. Along with blogging. Damn you, facebook!
(3) Blog tomorrow. Again. Rinse and repeat.
(4) Complete “Poppy” Dr. Who scarf by Halloween. I can then complete another set of Bella mitts for my former landlady and former fostermom. I will also need to knit a suitable Mayhem Cap for the Munchkin. After that, I will attempt the adult version of the Tomten for Hun, who has been begging over a year for one. At that point, I will actually knit a sweater for moi! (I will also forgo buying any more yarn until I substantially cut down my stash by half.
(5) Commit to cleaning the house one morning per week. Munchkin will have to deal.
(6) Schedule an appointment with the doctor, as I’ve had a case of the awful coughin’ for over a week now. Get flu shots, rinse, and repeat. This is a general appeal to go to bed earlier, and take better care of myself.
Well, I should brush and floss my teeth before bed. Then I need to catch some sleep.
Ooops . . . it looks like I forgot to do one thing . . . submit my post. I am now drinking a damn good cup of coffee the next morning as I do just that . . .
Instead of posting lately, I spent hours playing “Gardens of Time” on facebook. While whiling away time making my dream garden and playing games, I created a wasteland of my personal time, dawdling, not cleaning, not writing, and not adding to my tiny legacy if I happen to get hit by an asteroid tomorrow. I confess, I am weak and lazy in many respects.
I have decided that I will have one FB holiday per week–and to stick to it. I gave myself one yesterday–but broke my promise. Today, and half of tomorrow, I will be off the FB bandwagon.
Giving more time to write in tangents and bore my two readers. By the by, hey Mom and Dad. We’ll be booking plane tickets this week for the end of November.
I will also get back on the bandwagon of writing every day–even if it might be 1am, to do it, like brushing my teeth twice a day.
Alas, the post I am writing about is remembering how the world changed ten years ago yesterday. I remember I started grad school in journalism. I just moved to Boulder, and my roommate asked me if she could use my television–we didn’t have cable and I had the only tv in the house.
She told me the United States was under attack, and wanted to see the coverage. We couldn’t get reception, so I hiked over to campus, to find out what was really happening. American under attack? Are you kidding me?! She was smoking too much pot.
I hustled into the journalism school to find out what was really going on. At that moment, I witnessed both Towers toppled to the ground live on CNN. I sat amongst a room full of strangers, dumbstruck–both unwilling to believe the tragedy I couldn’t deny.
I saw WTC fall on reloops throughout the day, journalist and other witnesses who barely escaped with their lives, family members wandering the streets and accosting reporters for help in finding the missing. I also saw footage of people dancing in the streets in Pakistan and Iran.
I wanted to reach through the screen and choke those dancers. A foreign classmate stood by me, and agreed it was a very sad day. She then said that in her country, bombings were not uncommon occurrences–people wound die because of politics masked in religious ideology. Americans showed little interest in people with the same plight, and were more focused on the little nothings and taking their safety and security for granted. Meanwhile, we did quite a bit of pissing off the rest of the world–and it was unfortunately a matter of time for America’s veil of illusions would be lifted. Still, it was a very sad day.
After the Towers fell, our word changed. Many things change, just on the basis of time. I have more gray hare, a wedding ring, and a child. I live in Baltimore instead of Boulder, and I returned to social work after completing my MA in journalism. It’s the natural order of things to change over time.
Yet 9/11 started a series of events that we as a country couldn’t turn back. We couldn’t ignore our place in the world. We couldn’t ignore the plight of others. We–as a country–could no longer pursue our own material wants while willfully disregarding the needs of others. We couldn’t take our safety and welfare for granted.
Ten years later, Osama bin Laden was assassinated in Pakistan. Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize for not being George Bush. China and Vietnam enjoy the seductions of capitalism while communism whisper’s its swan song.
And something astonishing is happening in the Middle East, where we least expected it . . . Democracy is pushing forward–not by our own hands by pursuing liberty, justice, and the American way–but through everyday people taking to the streets and taking control of their own country.
It’s been a week since Irene hit the East Coast. We count ourselves lucky here in Baltimore. Although there were over 400 trees felled by Irene, there wasn’t any major flooding. Our cars and our persons were fine. Overall, Irene made a lackluster appearance–and that was alright by Hun and me. Munchkin would have preferred to have gotten out and about more over the weekend.
Unfortunately, Upstate New York didn’t fare so well. The was major flooding in the Catskills, and in Ulster and Dutchess counties. Back in the day, I worked as a social worker in Greene and Columbia counties, and my thoughts are with the friends, foster parents, and kiddos I worked with.
We have an unwelcomed visitor invading over the weekend. Her name is Irene. We have bottled water, lots of food, including peanut butter and granola bars. After Tuesday’s earthquake, I could stand less adventure.