Sunday, March 15th
Mood-
Baby difficulty level- Medium
Activities
- Naps (mostly emma)
- Went to the post office
- Scrabble (Robert won again)
- Made pasta salad
Today's musical inspiration
The Police- Don't Stand So Close to me
All the women in my family have crooked pinkies. It's a thing.
Friday, May 28
Day 3- Rainy day
Today's musical inspiration
The Police- Don't Stand So Close to me
Day 4- A little levity and then the hammer
Monday, March 16th
Mood- Silly, Social, Creative
Baby difficulty level- Medium
Activities
Baby Elvis
Mood- Silly, Social, Creative
Baby difficulty level- Medium
Activities
- Gave myself a much needed haircut
- Drank coffee
- Started Quarantine inspired playlist on Spotify
- Danced with the baby
- Took a nap
- Chatted with friends and family
- Patio furniture was delivered YAY!!
California started Shelter in Place order which means closure of all non essential businesses
Today started out with a pair of scissors.
Baby Elvis
Today's musical inspiration
Elvis- Hound Dog
Monday, March 16
Day 1 of Quarantine- I think we're alone now
Friday, March 13th
Mood- Somber, Anxious, Grieving
Baby difficulty level- Medium
Activities
In the morning we said Goodbye to Elle our post-partum doula/night nanny who has been with us since November. That was harder than I anticipated. She supported us in our most raw, most intimate moments, all the uncertainty and pain and exhaustion with a preemie and newborn. We would've been completely lost without her tender and patient care. We had expected her to keep working with us through March but the global pandemic had other ideas. This meant we no longer had night help with Emma, no more luxury of 6 straight hours of sleep, we were on our own.
Felt a lot of grief today. Feeling the walls start to close in. Emotional isolation becoming literal isolation. Feeling consumed with mommyhood, pulled back into the insular and fearful world i inhabited the months leading up to her birth. Worry, anxiety and what- if scenarios become main topics of conversation between Robert and I. How are we gonna get through this??
Musical Theme:
Mood- Somber, Anxious, Grieving
Baby difficulty level- Medium
Activities
- Laid on a blanket in the sun/shade in the backyard
- Checked news obsessively
- Bounced the baby for hours
- Ordered groceries through whole foods/prime now
In the morning we said Goodbye to Elle our post-partum doula/night nanny who has been with us since November. That was harder than I anticipated. She supported us in our most raw, most intimate moments, all the uncertainty and pain and exhaustion with a preemie and newborn. We would've been completely lost without her tender and patient care. We had expected her to keep working with us through March but the global pandemic had other ideas. This meant we no longer had night help with Emma, no more luxury of 6 straight hours of sleep, we were on our own.
Felt a lot of grief today. Feeling the walls start to close in. Emotional isolation becoming literal isolation. Feeling consumed with mommyhood, pulled back into the insular and fearful world i inhabited the months leading up to her birth. Worry, anxiety and what- if scenarios become main topics of conversation between Robert and I. How are we gonna get through this??
Musical Theme:
Monday, May 14
Clementine (story idea)
In truth, i've got no one to blame but myself for this whole sordid affair. If i had given up drinking, if i hadn't gone to that gambling den in the muddy logging town of Astoria on a foggy evening in late November. If I had just gone home, like I said i would. None of what I'm about to tell you would've ever occurred, at least not to me. Plenty of people have been shanghaied, less so have come back to tell about it. Perhaps, my father is to blame for calling me Jinx my whole life, a nickname which like a bad case of warts, kept coming back and claiming its' name-right.
The last thing I remember was knocking over my amber glass with a sincere dizziness while trying to stand from my chair. Someone caught me by the arm and with a foul smelling breath spat, "Where you think yer goin' sailor?" About to protest, as I was in no way a sailor and much aggrieved by the water when everything went black. I awoke somewhere in the middle of the Pacific on a ship called the Clementine. A pretty name for such a wretched pit with nothing but the foulest men aboard. Named after the captain's late daughter, who reportedly died of a childhood sickness or some whispered drowned by his own hand. Ever often, the Cap'n would sing
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,So I lost my Clementine
and cry like a poor whelping pup. It almost made you feel sorry for him, until a moment later you recalled he was a mean son of a bitch with a look of cold venom that could scare the devil.
----
It was illegal for a man to leave a vessel once it set off on its' journey until it reached its destination. The penalty was imprisonment. My choice was play out my luck on this doomed vessel or meet a quicker death in the frigid Alaskan waters.
----
A month gone and no word, Isabella must've thought me dead by now. Perhaps worse, thought I run oft with some other woman. Though I can't say it never crossed my mind, truly I loved no one but her and those three grimy children she said were mine.
The last thing I remember was knocking over my amber glass with a sincere dizziness while trying to stand from my chair. Someone caught me by the arm and with a foul smelling breath spat, "Where you think yer goin' sailor?" About to protest, as I was in no way a sailor and much aggrieved by the water when everything went black. I awoke somewhere in the middle of the Pacific on a ship called the Clementine. A pretty name for such a wretched pit with nothing but the foulest men aboard. Named after the captain's late daughter, who reportedly died of a childhood sickness or some whispered drowned by his own hand. Ever often, the Cap'n would sing
Ruby lips above the water,
Blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
But, alas, I was no swimmer,So I lost my Clementine
and cry like a poor whelping pup. It almost made you feel sorry for him, until a moment later you recalled he was a mean son of a bitch with a look of cold venom that could scare the devil.
----
It was illegal for a man to leave a vessel once it set off on its' journey until it reached its destination. The penalty was imprisonment. My choice was play out my luck on this doomed vessel or meet a quicker death in the frigid Alaskan waters.
----
A month gone and no word, Isabella must've thought me dead by now. Perhaps worse, thought I run oft with some other woman. Though I can't say it never crossed my mind, truly I loved no one but her and those three grimy children she said were mine.
Saturday, January 28
3rd Day of Resistance
Ban imposed on people coming from Syria, Iraq, Iran, Libya, Somalia, Yemen and Sudan, even those who have American Green cards and Official Visas. News of at least three people detained at SFO from a flight from United Arab Emirates.
1. Called SFO Airport left a message with Security Department asking them to release anyone detained due to the recent ban
2. Called US Customs Office of Port of San Francisco left a message asking them to let lawyers speak to the detainees
3. Called Landing Rights office at SFO 650-624-7200, left a message requesting lawyers be admitted to speak with detainees
1. Called SFO Airport left a message with Security Department asking them to release anyone detained due to the recent ban
2. Called US Customs Office of Port of San Francisco left a message asking them to let lawyers speak to the detainees
3. Called Landing Rights office at SFO 650-624-7200, left a message requesting lawyers be admitted to speak with detainees
Thursday, January 26
2nd Day of Resistance
1. Community mental health
2. Picked up plastic bags that seagulls were trying to eat from a park
3. Called the White House Fascists on Facebook.
2. Picked up plastic bags that seagulls were trying to eat from a park
3. Called the White House Fascists on Facebook.
Wednesday, January 25
1st Day of Resistance
This twilight zone. This backwards federal government of oppression and silencing and misinformation. It just keeps getting worse. I have to remember to do something, even small things every day.
So, how I resisted this new fascist government today.
1. Worked in Community Mental Health with very poor and underserved people
2. Followed and Re-Tweeted +BadlandsNPS who is resisting the gag order imposed on communications from the Interior department.
3. Renewed my membership to the ACLU
more to come....
So, how I resisted this new fascist government today.
1. Worked in Community Mental Health with very poor and underserved people
2. Followed and Re-Tweeted +BadlandsNPS who is resisting the gag order imposed on communications from the Interior department.
3. Renewed my membership to the ACLU
more to come....
Friday, December 17
Two Tenets from a Third Wave Feminist
I'm a feminist. But probably not the kind you think of or the kind Ann Coulter loves to mock.
My view of feminism is simple and contains two tenets.
1. Women should hold all the rights and privileges men do in every society. (No big shocker here)
2. Women should be in control of their own destiny. This means, their body, their property, their relationships and their vocation.
An important new distinction between second and third wave feminism is the privy given to individual choice. A woman can choose to be anything from a housewife to a porn star and as long as it's not a choice made of coercion or manipulation that choice should be accepted and unhindered.
My view of feminism is simple and contains two tenets.
1. Women should hold all the rights and privileges men do in every society. (No big shocker here)
2. Women should be in control of their own destiny. This means, their body, their property, their relationships and their vocation.
An important new distinction between second and third wave feminism is the privy given to individual choice. A woman can choose to be anything from a housewife to a porn star and as long as it's not a choice made of coercion or manipulation that choice should be accepted and unhindered.
Thursday, June 24
He looked like trouble
You. I want to meet You.That was the first thing he ever said to her.
Maybe he liked the way she looked.
She looked good.
He looked like trouble.
Monday, December 7
My Dear List
Dear holiday season sales,
It would be really great if you would stop having great deals on cute boots, jackets and scarves! You're basically forcing me into debt and buyers remorse. thanks, me
Dear facebook,
Stop being so goddamn addicting! My life has become a wasteland of bad wedding photos, snarky comments and personality surveys. thanks, me
Dear twilight,
I never meant all those horrible things I said about you. I was a coward and broke under pressure. Please take me back! love, me
Dear friends from out of town,
i love you but i don't think i can aimlessly wander through fisherman's wharf one more time! thanks, me
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