the world is your acorn

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1) some things that piss me off:
1a) Inconsiderate people. These are people who can’t get their shit together, and don’t notice or care that it’s usually at someone else’s expense.
1b) Lazy people. These are people who can’t be bothered to do anything better than half-assed, and can’t see past the short term. Again, they never seem to notice or care that it’s usually at someone else’s expense.
1c) When it feels like something is stuck between my teeth, but there’s not actually anything there.
1d) When my heart is 3 sizes too small. This is when I can tell that I need to let something go because it’s not that consequential in the long run, but something has gotten so far under my skin that I can’t get past it. This often results from encounters with #1a and/or #1b. Notably, #1a and #1b has a large population at their intersect.

2) some things that might help me get un-pissed off
2a) Overreacting in private.
2b) Stewing for a little bit, and talking a lot of trash in the meanwhile. This is a subset of #2a.
2c) Interactions with people who are not at all like #1a or #1b people to help me gain some perspective.
2d) Heavy drinking

It’s inspection day! That’s all I have to say about that. I will try not to be holding my breath about it all day.

This evening, for 3 long hours, will also be our second Bradley method birthing class. I should probably be finding a way to enjoy it more, but it’s sort of just plain excruciating. Things to look out for:

• Husbands enacting husbandly stereotypes in cringy ways
• Instructor trying to be PC, but saying “husband” out of habit then correcting herself to say “partners” (we appreciate the effort, really we do)
• Weird heteronormative things like the pink handouts being for the girls
• Lots of adolescent-like giggling around uncomfortable topics like vaginas
• Call and response discursive routines that no one is willing to participate in
• Awkward amounts of personal sharing with a group of strangers

Also, for the record, we are in love with a rental place which we can’t afford and probably, for some reason or another, won’t get. It’s a nice fantasy though, while it lasts.

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We were looking over some old LJ entries yesterday, from back in 2005 when we were preparing to move here, then our first month or so here. It was nostalgic in a really weird way to look back on that time, through my own words. I mean, we were so sad to leave Boston, and the first month here was so miserable. But at the same time we had awesome supportive friends in Boston who we now see and talk to so rarely. And the LJ community we had is gone now, everyone having moved on to FB or their IRL worlds.

Anyway, I decided to take up cheese sandwich blogging again. It was nice to have that stuff to look back on. Here’s a start:

Ongoing activity

• The Little Red Haired Girl’s pregnancy (and all associated activity, like doula interviewing and Bradley classes)
• Conference papers and presentations
• House under contract, waiting for appraisal and inspection
• Writing my qualifying paper, still
• Looking for rental places, in case things go right and the house gets sold
• Dog’s foot bandaged and recovering from laceration suffered during a routine morning walk
• Me recovering from some sort of cold

Our house is now under contract, and we are waiting on appraisal and inspection. If those fall through, I’m not sure what will happen. Either we will find a way to continue living in the tiny house with the baby, or we will rent it out and then rent something for ourselves. While we wait, we are being optimistic and checking out some rental properties in neighborhoods that we want to live in. So far we’ve seen 5, I think. 3 of the houses have been really great, almost perfect,  except for one thing or another. #2 was a disgusting shithole in a crappy neighborhood. #5 was today’s adventure.

The landlord had given us the combination for the lockbox and said to go check it out whenever. So after we saw #4 today at lunchtime, we went over there. As I was futzing with the lockbox, The Little Red Haired Girl peered through the window and said that there was a bird in there and there was bird shit everywhere. Unlucky. We went in anyway, and The Little Red Haired Girl opened the back door to let the bird out. It continued to fly at the windows next to the door while we looked around the house. The first thing we noticed (after the bird and all the shit) was that it stank like smoke. Gross. But the house got great light, the rooms were really big, and the kitchen was fantastic. Then The Little Red Haired Girl went upstairs. I heard her yelp, and went up there to find another bird flapping around that space, trying to squeeze its body between a partially open window and the screen. We were about to brave it out and continue looking around, when The Little Red Haired Girl spotted the decaying body of another bird in a puddle of rotting goo on the bathroom floor. That’s when we booked it out of there. Every once in a while I’m still getting the skeevy icks about it.