Summer Fun
Jul. 8th, 2017 10:30 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
suzy_queueHappy Saturday! I got a voicemail from my landlord yesterday saying he was so sorry, but a crew was coming in at 8am today to take down a wall so that the plumbing could get fixed, and please don't hate him. So I've been up for awhile, since they actually got started at 7:45. I don't have much to show for these hours of being awake, but that's okay. I at least took a shower in case fixing the plumbing means no water. Also, hallelujah, maybe my plumbing issues weren't all paranoid anxiety and things will get better? That'd be good news!
On Monday, I need to have a firmly worded conversation with my dear coworker Mr J. J is extremely beloved amongst nannies and small children, and his storytimes have a rabid fanbase. He is also fluently bilingual in Spanish, and offers a Spanish storytime every month. Monday's conversation will be entitled, "Please stop forgetting you have storytimes and giving Miss Suzy a heart attack, omg, please."
So, yeah, who doesn't speak Spanish and did a bilingual Spanish storytime? Hola. A gave me two apps to use, I had another that I love, G gave me a book, I had another I loved, and then I found a video reading of Nino Wrestles the World and quick taught myself some very very easy Spanish Storytime songs. So, we did 5 Little Monkeys and Head Shoulders with Spanish apps, Old MacDonald with Spanish language animals, some counting songs, and a few books. It was hugely chaotic, but honestly, a great deal of fun, even if I was self-conscious about my pronunciations.
Why I was I so self-conscious? The Spanish language Montessotri class present was one reason. (Poor teacher. I was a major disappointment compared to J.) The 50+ kids and 30+ caregivers was another. And then, of course, the caregivers recording me. Definitely that. I am very often recorded and I don't get fussed, but usually I am not making simple errors in my language spoken, ha. It was meant for toddlers and up, but I welcomed babies since my language skills were right on par with theirs. :P
So, it was scary but fun. And then I spent my afternoon ordering books, and I ended the day feeling very accomplished. It was a very good way to end the week, and I need to remember that feeling when I moan and groan about the daily tasks I so often try to ignore. (I really hate ordering my collection. SO MUCH.)
This week, we also did a Postcard Party--kids wrote postcards to elected officials locally, state wide and federally. A few were very lovely, passionate pleas to the president to stop deportation (from kids there with their Latina nanny), a few were thank yous and pleas on behalf of the environment, a few were local to the park district and library board (apparently we need more play food here, ha). There were only four kids, but I was proud of them all. I especially enjoyed the illustration of a senator wielding a sword in protection of health care as his constituents cheered around him. I tried VERY hard to make it non-partisan, but as it turned out, we were all like-minded. So past presidents and nominees got thank you notes too. It's all good.
Today I have a wedding to attend--one of our assistants is getting secretly married in unicorn J's backyard, and half the guest list is our department. I have a new yellow dress to wear, since Harry Potter house colors were encouraged. (Yeah, we're nerds.) Then I work tomorrow, so I am looking forward to Monday.
Last weekend, I went on my second date with A--we saw Baby Driver, which was a really fabulous movie. Creepy characters, with moments of sweetness, great action and an awesome soundtrack. We both really enjoyed it, and she developed a crush on Ansel Elgort, ha. But again, absolutely zero spark. We didn't even hug this time. But we've been texting all week--her still more than me, but I'm slowly getting into it. I need to be honest at some point, and soon. This weekend, I guess.
I was more nervous this time, but not the good nervous--the nervous where I wished I could just go or she'd not show up. I at least looked awesome, though--I even got a random compliment from a woman as I walked over, which is always nice! I think I also went in looking for reasons to confirm the lack of spark, which didn't help. But I also don't feel like she contributed much? So maybe we are both sparkless but enjoying talking? I don't know. It is not an auspicious beginning to dating women, but it does feel like it is a very Suzy way. I am me with all my neuroses and anxieties no matter who I date. :P
I was doing a lot of thinking and examining on Saturday, and I didn't write anything down, and it was all gone by the next day. WHOOPS. I will continue reflecting and see what I remember/what new thoughts emerge.
Here's one thing I am proud of, though--I walked to the store on the Fourth of July, and an old guy sitting in front of the retirement home shouted hello to me. I always say hello to the residents I pass, so I waved. And then the fucker fucking catcalled me. It was gross and disquieting. I debated walking home a different way, but screw that. So I passed him again (both times on the other side of the street) and ignored his hello, because, really? Well, apparently I'm not that good after all and he has way more women that would make me look silly. Thanks for the unsolicited opinion. I got home and called the retirement home, said there was a guy sitting on their property catcalling women and it was not a good look for their establishment. The guy seemed bemused but said they'd take care of it; I think he was front desk staff. But the hell with that, gross old man--I do programs at that building, I bring kids into that building, and I know that building. It's my neighborhood and I will not let that go.
Okay, I have finished my banana smoothie, am crossing my fingers hard that my period doesn't come until Monday, and will do my yoga. I need to buy tissue paper and a card for the wedding, do my nails and get fancy-ish, and stop at the store for guac and chips since it's a potluck and it's too hot to turn on my stove or oven.
Wish me luck.
On Monday, I need to have a firmly worded conversation with my dear coworker Mr J. J is extremely beloved amongst nannies and small children, and his storytimes have a rabid fanbase. He is also fluently bilingual in Spanish, and offers a Spanish storytime every month. Monday's conversation will be entitled, "Please stop forgetting you have storytimes and giving Miss Suzy a heart attack, omg, please."
So, yeah, who doesn't speak Spanish and did a bilingual Spanish storytime? Hola. A gave me two apps to use, I had another that I love, G gave me a book, I had another I loved, and then I found a video reading of Nino Wrestles the World and quick taught myself some very very easy Spanish Storytime songs. So, we did 5 Little Monkeys and Head Shoulders with Spanish apps, Old MacDonald with Spanish language animals, some counting songs, and a few books. It was hugely chaotic, but honestly, a great deal of fun, even if I was self-conscious about my pronunciations.
Why I was I so self-conscious? The Spanish language Montessotri class present was one reason. (Poor teacher. I was a major disappointment compared to J.) The 50+ kids and 30+ caregivers was another. And then, of course, the caregivers recording me. Definitely that. I am very often recorded and I don't get fussed, but usually I am not making simple errors in my language spoken, ha. It was meant for toddlers and up, but I welcomed babies since my language skills were right on par with theirs. :P
So, it was scary but fun. And then I spent my afternoon ordering books, and I ended the day feeling very accomplished. It was a very good way to end the week, and I need to remember that feeling when I moan and groan about the daily tasks I so often try to ignore. (I really hate ordering my collection. SO MUCH.)
This week, we also did a Postcard Party--kids wrote postcards to elected officials locally, state wide and federally. A few were very lovely, passionate pleas to the president to stop deportation (from kids there with their Latina nanny), a few were thank yous and pleas on behalf of the environment, a few were local to the park district and library board (apparently we need more play food here, ha). There were only four kids, but I was proud of them all. I especially enjoyed the illustration of a senator wielding a sword in protection of health care as his constituents cheered around him. I tried VERY hard to make it non-partisan, but as it turned out, we were all like-minded. So past presidents and nominees got thank you notes too. It's all good.
Today I have a wedding to attend--one of our assistants is getting secretly married in unicorn J's backyard, and half the guest list is our department. I have a new yellow dress to wear, since Harry Potter house colors were encouraged. (Yeah, we're nerds.) Then I work tomorrow, so I am looking forward to Monday.
Last weekend, I went on my second date with A--we saw Baby Driver, which was a really fabulous movie. Creepy characters, with moments of sweetness, great action and an awesome soundtrack. We both really enjoyed it, and she developed a crush on Ansel Elgort, ha. But again, absolutely zero spark. We didn't even hug this time. But we've been texting all week--her still more than me, but I'm slowly getting into it. I need to be honest at some point, and soon. This weekend, I guess.
I was more nervous this time, but not the good nervous--the nervous where I wished I could just go or she'd not show up. I at least looked awesome, though--I even got a random compliment from a woman as I walked over, which is always nice! I think I also went in looking for reasons to confirm the lack of spark, which didn't help. But I also don't feel like she contributed much? So maybe we are both sparkless but enjoying talking? I don't know. It is not an auspicious beginning to dating women, but it does feel like it is a very Suzy way. I am me with all my neuroses and anxieties no matter who I date. :P
I was doing a lot of thinking and examining on Saturday, and I didn't write anything down, and it was all gone by the next day. WHOOPS. I will continue reflecting and see what I remember/what new thoughts emerge.
Here's one thing I am proud of, though--I walked to the store on the Fourth of July, and an old guy sitting in front of the retirement home shouted hello to me. I always say hello to the residents I pass, so I waved. And then the fucker fucking catcalled me. It was gross and disquieting. I debated walking home a different way, but screw that. So I passed him again (both times on the other side of the street) and ignored his hello, because, really? Well, apparently I'm not that good after all and he has way more women that would make me look silly. Thanks for the unsolicited opinion. I got home and called the retirement home, said there was a guy sitting on their property catcalling women and it was not a good look for their establishment. The guy seemed bemused but said they'd take care of it; I think he was front desk staff. But the hell with that, gross old man--I do programs at that building, I bring kids into that building, and I know that building. It's my neighborhood and I will not let that go.
Okay, I have finished my banana smoothie, am crossing my fingers hard that my period doesn't come until Monday, and will do my yoga. I need to buy tissue paper and a card for the wedding, do my nails and get fancy-ish, and stop at the store for guac and chips since it's a potluck and it's too hot to turn on my stove or oven.
Wish me luck.
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Date: 2017-07-08 06:34 pm (UTC)