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21:45 - Wednesday, Apr. 09, 2003 1. One night, I decided I absolutely had to make soft pretzels. I have recently learned how to do this so I thought it would be fun. In fact, so much fun, that I decided to make a double batch. "Pretzels for All I Say!!" (Picture me wearing a flour sack, walking down the street with only slightly mangled, but delicious nonetheless pretzels hanging from a pole I am carrying upright. On my head, a crown made of kosher salt. On my feet, platform boots that zip up.) SO two batches requires around 9 cups of flour. This took much longer than I expected. I am trying desperately to re-create an incredibly bready piece of Pretzel goodness an evil lady at my old job brought back from Philadelphia. Mine are a solid 8.9, but these were a fucking 10. I will keep trying. 2. One of the parents of a child at the place I work went all fucked up on us and threatened one of my co-workers. This was because this parent assumed we were picking up her child even though she had not signed her child up to be picked up on this particular day. This is the same person who neglects to call us to tell us her daughter is not at school and we have to call her AFTER going to her daughter's school and finding that she is not there. And the same person, that wondered why we did not get to the school right at X hour when at X hour there is nowhere to park in front of her school so we get there at x:10 instead--even though her daughter is not out of class yet. And yes, it's the same person who waited a day to tell us that "children were being hurt" (by going too fast on the merry-go-round) on an outing one class went to when no one else saw a child get hurt and one of the ones that fell off the merry go round was her daughter who she let get back on and who had been signed out for the day by her mother. I'm all for being protective, but this person is all over her kid in a way that is almost scary. She is in total fear of her child being alone (as in she asks continually if her child was left alone at school and at our place when in reality that is simply not possible. She has two teachers at her school, who would NEVER let a child go off alone and there are 30 kids and 4-10 staff at my office at any given time). I just want to sit down with her and say, "Please let your child breathe and let her have a good time. Give her just an ounce of air and she will grow. She needs just a little space. She really opens up in small groups-- really enjoys her friends where we are. But she seems dumbfounded and lost by your antics." 3. The seven year-old drama queen I pick up from school got in the van and told me her 5 year old sister had been gone on a field trip all day to the bar. Only she is asthmatic and was trying to say barn. We laughed for about 5 minutes as she explained to me (over and over again) that 5 year-olds can't go to the bar and that people at bars have very stinky breath. On this day, she also burped, which I wrote off to letting her "sound her barbaric yawp!" 4. My guy was gone from Friday until today and that just sucks. I gutted the bedroom and it is sparkling, I did multiple loads of dishes, but could not afford to do laundry. I think it is ironic that I had like $4.27 to my name and spend like 50 hours working on fundraising plans for work and all the groups I am volunteering with. 5. I re-established communication with a friend-poet I know who lives nearby. Sometimes a simple email opens a door that at least felt like it was closed. In my head I just walked by, pushed it open, and there she was. How simple is that? 6. Evidently there were major hailstorms where my folks live. I hate being away from my family sometimes. My parents are very cool, very interesting, and in general, people I totally enjoy being around. I hate to think of my dog being scared and freaked out as soft-ball-sized ice spheres slam against the roof. 7. I sent my girl scout entry to folks at my office who laughed. My boss asked if it was real and then compared me to David Sedaris. Damn. 8. I finally got paid and in one fell swoop booked tickets back to the town where I went to college. I am so excited! I wish Mr. Radical Tenor was going. It is such a beautiful place. Nice beaches, lots of cool architecture, art everywhere, etc. It has been 8 years since I have been there! It seems hard to believe. And sadly, I am pretty sure I don't know anyone in town. I highly recommend my school though to folks who are independent thinkers and who enjoy writing and pursuing their own educational goals. Perhaps the most exciting part is that I will get to go to what is basically the gender and diversity center where folks can get books, magazines, academic publications that the library does not carry. It has a staff and sponsors events, lectures, etc. You see, I was part of a small group of folks that worked to establish a piece of the library where we could keep books and magazines the library could not or would not buy. Our Gender Studies Resource Center was a great place for folks to find things they needed for their classes without having to go buy the books. It worked on an honor system and seemed to be pretty popular! I hope those books found their way to this new center. I know it is a total privilege to have been apart of something so wonderful and that many schools have nothing like this. I will also get to re-visit my thesis: "Womanspeak: A Radical Feminist Exploration of Unnatural Silences and Women's Resistant Voice in Literature and Society." I am not sure I have the complete copy of it. I do know that in the final copy I thanked some straight guy I had a crush on twice. And I am not overstating it when I say he did nothing for me. Nothing at all. :)
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