Susan asked us to name “five things no one knows about you”. I know that this was weeks ago but since she’s only recently escaped her house, maybe she’s lost track of time by now . . .
- I have a system – I wouldn’t call myself obsessive compulsive by any means but there are some little things that I must obey . . . when I do dishes – I need to wash and then put everything in the drainer (yes, we have no dishwasher – bet you didn’t know that!) in size order. Dinner plates and platters go in first and then all the smaller dishes in order. I also like it when you allow the water to drip off the dish before it goes into the drainer. This helps to prevent the goo from accumulating at the bottom of the drainer.
- I usually loathe cigarette smoke but . . . I would let this guy blow smoke on my pillow.
- I hate my cesarean scar – My cesarean scar healed very badly. The area developed into a keloid-like scar. Not to gross anyone out but it actually protrudes from my body and sometimes my clothing gets caught on it. I’ve talked with my doctor about revising it but he suggested doing that only after we’ve decided we’re done having children. He said that they could “re-do” it now but if I were delivering another baby the new cesarean would take care of that. This of course forces the 2nd baby issue into the fore front again. Also, I just thought that healing from a new cesarean scar without the accompanying pregnancy/baby might be especially dispiriting for me. On the other hand I’d have a new tummy. I’m turning 41 in a couple of months and I don’t want to be much older and still be trying. I don’t think that is for me. G is pretty much decided against having another one because he is worried about money. I agree that it would be a struggle – especially the child care – but what else are you going to make sacrifices for if not your family??
- I love me some Nerd TV – Doctor Who, Battlestar Galactica (this may be too good to be classified as nerdy – or does that comment seal the deal?), Enterprise (do we see a pattern here?) and my new favorite Heroes.
- I still miss summer camp – I went to Camp Thoreau in upstate NY the summers of 1975, 1976 and 1977 (YIKES I’m getting old!!!!!) If you look carefully at the picture below, I’m the girl in the front row, right side, hugging her knees and sitting next to the kid in the hat. It was a great camp and even though I LOVED it – I became immovably homesick my last summer there and insisted on going home in the middle of the summer instead of staying the whole two months as I was supposed to. The place was filled with music. We sang every day after lunch and again in the evenings. I cannot tell you how much this meant to me. You could tell that you were finally a real camper when you had memorized all the words to all the songs. They had us singing all kind of political songs, anti-war songs, (remember, the war had just ended and we were several years after Watergate), union songs and protest songs (Guantanamera, No More Genocide(in my name), Birmingham Sunday, etc.)but we didn’t know the difference. I’m not sure what happened, I just got it into my head that I wanted to go home and I can’t remember exactly why. It’s not like I was going back to my super fun and happy home life?! Especially with my Dad griping about how much money I was costing him (the camp director refused to refund any of the cost of the second month that I did not stay for). I didn’t know this then but this would become a recurring theme in our relationship and not a positive one either. Like I said, I really loved it there I just couldn’t let anyone know for some reason. It reminds me of something that P started doing recently. I noticed that she was covering her mouth a lot at her gymnastics class and when I asked her why she said that she didn’t want anyone to see her smile. She was having a good time but for some reason, she didn’t want anyone to know. Is this genetic? I hope so, because I’d hate to think that I somehow taught her that behavior. I guess that she figures that she gets more sympathy or attention if she pretends to be sad all the time? That is awful!! I’m going to have to do something about this because I know from experience that if you do that long enough you’ll end up really being sad all the time. Ugh. Anyhoo, I’ve always regretted leaving early. It’s funny because we actually live in the same town that Thoreau was located in. I didn’t like our house too much at first (thank you G for having the vision) but I did warm to it because it was in Thoreau’s town. It is also part of what drove me to work at this camp during college in the late 80’s (YIKES, I’m O.L.D.). This camp couldn’t have been more different from Thoreau if they were on separate planets – which they kind of were. It’s amazing, it was only 10 years later but the kids, the counselors, the cultural vernacular – the whole shebang was so so different. I had a good time, don’t get me wrong and I loved my kids but it was in no way the same. I guess that you really can never go home again.