I'm somewhat concerned that if I wash my car Mt. Spurr will finally erupt. And that's magical thinking!
A man chooses. A slave obeys*.
I got to the Kaladi's (a local coffee chain in Anchorage) an hour early because L kicked me out at the drop-off line. I'd feel worse about it, but I'll be back there for the Farm Concert at 1:00 PM and volunteering until the end of the day. I kind of like getting all my volunteer hours in at the end of the year. Everybody else is all burnt out and I'm just winding up, baby!
The effective outcome of me being early at Kaladi's is hogging a large corner booth because The Others will get here in about half-an-hour. I finally finished my bit of the research Lit Table so now I can take a minute to see if my brain works. Is it working? I keep making silly mistakes. There are so many supplements and powders these days. Earlier this week I almost put Miralax in my oatmeal instead of collagen. ...not that either one is bad for either of us, I guess. But still! Keys in the freezer moment.
I just emptied my little bag of collagen powder into an oatmeal I got at the coffee shop almost an hour ago. Yum. It's not cocaine! I promise.
[time has elapsed; it's evening now]
I like my research group. It. Is. So. Chill. I don't remember if I've mentioned before or not but the other group? Not chill. Not laid-back. Not a good time. Meetings hours in lengths! Ain't nobody got time for that. And we get pretty good grades in the chill group so...girl it's fine.
The farm concert was amazing. Just...peak human experience to hear the child you spawned Disney kid all over (in order) "John the Rabbit", "Why Doesn't My Goose...?","We're On the Way (to Grandpa's Farm)", and "Turkey In the Straw" followed by folk dances with the kindergartners. L hotly protested that these were not folk dances or circle dances and nobody do-si-doed at all. However!
The talent show drama continued. They announced the talent show that evening and she realized that we'd never spoken to the teacher. She also realized that the girl she'd been going to do the talent show with wasn't there that day (sick, I think). I feel completely shitty because it was my fault for not following up with the teacher. There's also this piece where I feel like her feelings and questions are dismissed by fucking everyone, really? And don't see how that's exactly supportive or supposed to be part of the optional curriculum. I definitely don't think it's better anywhere else, and
She managed to ask the music teacher about it and she said, "Well, I never saw it. And everyone else who couldn't be there sent me a video." ...okay? And was that ever made to be known an option? No. Fuck. I guess I need to just...do more reaching out because there is no system in place (that I know of). Fuck. So I just tried to be with her as best I could. Poor kid.
Her friends on the playground helped her feel better. Maybe that's why we're here? I wonder sometimes. But it's the friends. I ended up just kind of hanging around and volunteering in the library. It's such a rush to shelve books. I almost forgot. You make the piles! You sort the types! You alphabetize! You put them in the mysterious children's subsections correctly! You have...the soul of a bookseller. After all this time? Always.
Then we went to the museum which always makes things better. Well - almost always. It's hard to have a meltdown in the museum. They were setting up for a dance concert. Oh, the memories of stomping out the marley.
When we were at the park after girl dinner(tm) and a couple of neighborhood boys were Up to Shenanigans. One had their bike and had attached a heavy rope with a hook built in to his bike while the other boy had it wrapped around his waist. Be safe, boys. I guess? Freaking 80s up in this hood.
* Also: There is always a lighthouse. There is always a man. There is always a city.
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