Lucy is holding an egg hunt. She has stuck a Christmas bulb in one of the plastic eggs and is hiding it in various spots in the dining room, where we have bat garland across one of the windows and a graveyard arrow that has hung since Halloween 2006. I like to think of it as ‘festive’ rather than ‘lazy’.
Archive for March, 2008
Lucy is back to school today so I am having a quiet morning with my Bubby, which is rather nice for both of us. Right now he is stretched across my lap with one foot on my typing hand and the other resting on the desk. We are very into feet right now–Chico watching them and me tickling them. Every so often we take a break to grin at each other, exchanging ‘buh buh buhs’ and ‘uh ggggggggghs’. We stop to ‘nur’, holding hands and curling into each other. It is the best way to spend a rainy day.
I am satisfied this morning. Like a cat licking its paws in a sunbeam. I feel like I am being true to myself, all of my selves. I feel as though I am being who I am supposed to be. I no longer feel like I am looking to others to determine what I should like to do, and I no longer feel as though I am trying to wear a persona as my person. In the here and now, by myself, there is nobody else I feel like I need to worry about what they think of me. I spend so much time worrying about how I seem, it’s nice to just be. I wish I could be like this when others are around, that I could stop analyzing how I appear long enough to have fun, to be fun.
The fact is, I could give a fuck who anyone wants to win the primary. I could give a fuck if you like Hillary or not. I don’t want to hear about it, no matter your reasons. BUT it is crucial to not be so blinded by our political preferences to ignore that these thinly veiled, ad hominem, gender-based attacks exist. They are quite common, and they show that misogyny really is bubbling under the surface. And I think it’s all too acceptable to be a misogynist these days. And it makes me furious for me, you, and all of our sisters and mothers and especially daughters.
Ok, so this is a bit of an exaggeration. It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed having Lucy home, but more that I have seriously missed doing things in relative quiet. Like washing dishes. Or going to the bathroom. Or sleeping. Or, as right now, taking a bit of goof-off time on the computer.
I’ll be honest. I’m mighty sick of hearing, ‘Mommy!’ I need a little bit of time, in the apartment, to myself. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow. And, yes, I will be back to missing her by Wednesday.
In the meantime, I am feeling like there are so many things I wanted to do with her over this break that we didn’t get around to, so my mind is going a million miles an hour, trying to sort out what we have time for and what we’ll most enjoy. My first plan, making soup together, was shot down viciously, which is a problem as the soup ingredients need to be used pronto. There is a no-sew fleece blanket we started making last week, but that sort of fizzled out interest-wise. It’s too chilly for a trip to the playground. None of the seeds have gotten here yet (and I was really counting on at least some of them coming during the break.) This means we’re down to either making bath salts or an outing to the Good Grocery. Wish me luck!
Speaking of the Good Grocery, I’m going to try to cut out the Fresh Direct order. As I was hauling ten pounds of cardboard down to the bulk trash/recycling room, it struck me that close to half of our weekly recycling is cardboard. Obviously, much of this load was from the Earthbox (two boxes! Crazy!) and the water jug and the old box from the fleece, but the other half was Fresh Direct boxes. I mostly order from them because of the selection of local produce, but factoring in the delivery gasoline as well as the cardboard, I’m not so sure it doesn’t make more sense to buy at the conventional grocery until I can get to the Greenmarket regularly/CSA starts up. I’m going to skip the order this week and see if there’s any way to buy local locally. That would surely be nicer.
We only used 7.6 kWh/day last month! That’s down from 8.4 kWh/day the 2 months prior.
I am so very, very happy. Seriously. And it should be down even further next month if we continue hand washing dishes! Even factoring in the estimated electric use of our daily laundry at .65 kWh/load, that still only puts us at 8.3 kWh! Not too shabby. And! I just ordered energy-efficient chandelier bulbs for our bathrooms too, which should help significantly.
I’ve been meaning to try to figure out our water usage for a while now, so maybe over the weekend I’ll tackle that as well. I know we’re reducing because we’ve started flushing the toilet with the water from the dish basin, but I really don’t know by how much and I’d really like to, especially since we’re going to have to start doing significant watering with the container gardening.
C is taking Lucy to a show tomorrow so I am going to tag along part way with the baby and then head down to the Greenmarket if I don’t lose my nerve about hauling baby and food home alone. It’s tough–he’s so heavy and not entirely thrilled about being in the Baby Bjorn. I was handed down an Ergo but haven’t figured out how to use it.
And, in the latest installment of buying without totally thinking through–our water dispenser broke last week and I ordered a new one. Instead of getting a cheapo plastic one, I found and ordered a lovely glass jar with a spigot that holds 2.5 gallons. And I was feeling pretty good about myself. And it got here. And I unpacked it, admired it, held it up for C to likewise admire, and placed it in the sink to be washed. Our cleaning woman was here when it arrived and beat me to washing it, and it sat on the counter drying overnight. After my coffee and breakfast and catching up on the days’ affairs, I screwed in the nozzle and stuck it in the sink to fill. And I filled it. And I cleared space off of the top shelf of the refrigerator. And I went to lift it. Nothing. The damn thing is too heavy for me to lift when it is filled. It’s still super-swank, though.
I made the mistake of saying ok to a large, second proofing project and I am really regretting it today. Not only does it mean no tech-free Thursday (due tomorrow morning) but it means I don’t get to haul out to Goodwill to root through baby clothes for my behemoth who is now firmly in 12 month size. At five months. The five month old who is also nursing every hour as though in the throes of some new growth spurt.
I am taking a wee break for this here confessional, and to give a hearty woohoo about my first teensy mesclun sprouts, which are about the only thing *not* working every nerve in my body. Meanwhile, my big break for the day is to run out to the drugstore for Neosporin. Oh, how I wish I was less responsible. Goodwill will have to wait for the week after next, and I’m afraid I cannot have a tech-free day this week without printing out a massive report to proof.
And I’m hungry.
Radical Mama, I swear I have your box ready save one other diaper cover I found what needs washed. I’m hoping to get to the UPS store on Monday. I’m so sorry it’s taking so long.