1966
Went to the Museum of Modern Art with Mrs. Doring. It was closed, but we could still walk around and see the statues that were outside. THEN - we couldn’t find a taxi to take us home. Some taxis only go along one route - Reforma, for instance - for 1 peso per person. (I paid the first one 1 peso for both of us by mistake.) Then we were really lost, at the Latin American Tower, no less. So, so lost. We left the museum at 1:15 and didn’t get home until 3:30.
Alvaro called at 7, when I was at school. He said he would call back, but never did.
Oh well.
Comment 2023
Did anyone else catch my use of “statues” in stead of “sculptures”? My family was not into the visual arts, and I hadn’t taken Art History yet.
1978
A no-goal day.
I went to the Library of Congress and got nothing (two hours shot). Then I went to the DC Public Library and got nothing. I did finish Babbit, drank 1 1/2 glasses of wine and watched two soap operas.
1982
I’ve been getting more work done all the time. Kiddo has settled into a fairly reasonable schedule, though it could change tomorrow. She sleeps until around 6 AM, eats and goes back to sleep. She sometimes wakes up again early as 8:30, but usually between 9 and 10. She eats around 10, then stays awake for a while. After two hours, she’s ready for a nap, which stretches until around 2. Another two hours of being awake and it’s time for nap 2, usually from 4 to 5. Then it’s dinner and short nap, if any. She’s ready to eat and bed down for the night between 8 and 9.
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What a life.
1983
It’s been a long day, but a good one. Some chores got done, I played with Kiddo some. She played by herself some, which I wish would happen more often. It will eventually, and then I’ll feel left out.
It really has been a good summer. I don’t know if it’s Kiddo’s improved mobility or my improved frame of mind or what. All I know is that in the last week I have started to feel - - NORMAL. We are a family, not a couple with a baby. I was thinking of taking Kiddo to lunch sometime. Why not? We enjoy each other’s company and it would be good for her.
Now if I could only improve my writing. The reviewers’ comments on the Costume article cut me to the quick. Is it my ideas or my writing style that is the problem? Probably some of each. Half-formed ideas combined with with writing on the run. Teaching and speaking are more my speed. Ah, well.
1997
Off to the beach for two days with six scouts, Kiddo 2 and two other parents. I am very thankful for this break, and for what promises to be beautiful weather. (Good thing, since the the place we are staying is not air-conditioned.) I am taking along a mindless task.
Comment 2023
Why are you taking along ANY task, mindless or otherwise? It’s Rehoboth Beach, not a hospital waiting room.
1998
A lovely, sunny morning, warming up but less humid than it has been. I am off to the farmer’s market and then to the nursery for vegetable plants and dirt.
Kiddo 1 drove all the way to Fairfax, Virginia yesterday. She is so eager to get her license! That means lots of practice and new situations. Lord, give me strength and patience.
Jim has decided not to go to Scotland with me. Between the money and anxieties about the kids, it boils down to “just not yet”. The day will come. After all, we had 11 years of coupleness before children came along. At least we are spending more time together now. Life is good.
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We still haven’t made it to Scotland. I wanted so badly to take him to Glasgow, where I was scheduled to attend my second conference. Between the music and the architecture, he’d love it.
Just not yet, still.
2003
In my next life, I will live near the mountains. The thought that this is my last night in Bozeman is nearly unbearable. To see mountains in every direction; to smell clean fresh air with every breath. In my next life I will never leave the high plains.
2016
I have decreed today a walkabout. After dropping Jim off at the hospital, I will drive to Arundel Mills and spend the day walking, thinking, shopping (a little), and watching “Sultan”. It has been too long since I took a day off, and I need the think time. I may take a book, but I may not. Drive. Lunch. Walk. Movie. More walking.
One month until Star Island. Why am I so itchy? Do we have bugs? Can’t be fleas; it’s been six months since we even had a dog. Oh, summer! Getting harder to bear every year. The Trump-Clinton thing is distressing. The racial tension in this country is distressing. Global terrorism is distressing. Climate change is terrifying. Closer to home, I worry about my friends and loved ones. I want to help, to heal, to fix, to organize everything and everyone so there will be harmony. I long for peace, not just at 4210 Underwood Street, but everywhere. But if I have it here, it’s a beginning, isn’t it? Just don’t let it be the end. I can’t imagine what it would be like to have that little oasis of peace collapsing in on itself. What would it be like to be raising child in that safe little cocoon? Raising her for what?
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This turned into the start of a story; I will transcribe what I have and share it as a bonus post later.
2024
It is still not ready to share. Sorry, dear readers.
Last night I took my mind off the apocalypse and watched a very long Malayalam movie on Netflix.