No trip to the homeland this fall. I’m too tired and my health a little too wobbly to take a four hour flight with a toddler. This would then be followed of days of Austin’s famously crap weather and trudging with the Moo on Austin’s equally famed shitty public transit. No thanks. I’m tired and I want a vacation where I can rest. I want to be able to walk out my door and be at a cafe in under five minutes and a playground in ten. Austin doesn’t offer that really anywhere save maybe if you live in that golden zone right by Quacks and Shipe Park.
So, no trip right now. That’s ok, I have plenty of things here to entertain me. Doula work. I just trained as a full-spectrum doula. This is a whole new group I’m working with and not nearly so professional in character. It’s far more stupidly political in character, actually. At the training, there was a very angry lesbian who reminded us constantly of the fact she is a lesbian (look, lady, wrong crowd to work anger on – quite frankly, you love who you love and that’s cool. I don’t think one way or another about it, but I do think you are a raving bitch, and that’s free of your sexual identity). Another, during the meeting the other day when we had our meet-and-greet found out I had been a linguist in Sierra Leone. She perked up (she is a young woman with ironically thick-rimmed glasses and a recent ethnic studies degree. she is also whiter than me) and thought she had met a kindred spirit. She asked me about the complications of race and privilege. I responded that I actually found the white people I was with to be racists and I didn’t think too much about it when I was there. I was more struck by the material privilege than anything racial and I was hella struck by how fucking nice every single person was there compared to the average surly ass nose-in-their-ass hipster. At least, that’s what I said to her (I didn’t think of hipsters when there, but did sure as hell notice how it felt like every person I met when I got sick in SL was pretty keen to make sure I was ok, which was a matter of privilege, but I was too sick at the time to appreciate that, being sick and all). I just found her obnoxious. I find this overarching ass-kissing tendency of young I-want-to-save-the-world liberals annoying beyond words. But, fuck it, the girl is doing something, as is Ms. I’m-gonna-kick-your-ass-angry-lesbian. I’m more frustrated by people who don’t do shit and complain all the time.
And, I can never say I’m bored even if every woman in the bay area decided no more babies. I have my own Chicken to take care of. The kid who ate broccoli, kale and zucchini tonight without any prompting. Who ate my California rolls this weekend with relish. The girl who eats and eats and loves anything that is food. Maybe I’m raising the next Alice Waters or Julia Child, but I’ll take it if she simply grows up and can make a good meal out of anything and likes to eat good healthy food.
She’s also a pirate for Halloween. With sword, boots, etc. She’s mega-cute in her outfit and I can’t wait for the carnival in our neighborhood. While I’m not looking forward to the setup (no doubt it will exhaust me as everything does these last few days post death-flu), I am looking forward to hanging with the neighborhood moms and seeing the kid’s costumes.
Oh yeah, and the Hurricane flooding NYC is depressing as hell. As is human stupidity. And both presidential candidates that could win (and, quite frankly, that liber.tarian nutter as well). But there is good food, good friends and work. There is Mia. That’s enough to make the world seem ok.