October 19, 2014

After a blissful night of sleep, I woke up only to be greeted by a harsh message from my landlord.  He was “appalled” at the items I had sitting on the side of the house and I have until November 15 to haul them away or my rent will be raised.  I cried.  I’m a good tenant!   If I had a truck or the physical ability to move these large, heavy items, which were here when I moved into the house, I would have done it long ago.  Instead, I spent so much time re-doing the outdated bathroom, adding a garden in the back, making a water-efficient front yard (which saves him a great deal on the water bill).  All day long, I argued with him in my head.  My ex-husband said I should write a letter after the stuff has been moved (he will help me the first weekend in November), but knowing my luck, I’ll get evicted.  Asshole.  If only I could buy a house, but the kids and I have had many talks over the weekend about Europe (initiated by them) and wanting to move there.  I'll start the passport stuff next weekend and slowly start that ball rolling.

After I roped the children into helping my clear what we could (We had planned to have a movie day while I worked on my final project for class), we starting decorating the front yard for Halloween.  Thanks to my landlord, all the cobwebs are gone, so now we have to put up the fake stuff.  It was nice, but my heart wasn’t in it.  I was really, really bothered by the landlord’s words.  Thanks for the appreciation in all the hours and labor I did to beautify your property.  Asshole (this is a recurring theme).

“We need to find some pretty vaginas”  These were the words I actually said to my children as we looked online for images of vagina cupcakes, which I will once again be making for class (they were requested).  However, since I need to tie them to the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria (ISIS), I will be covering them with a burqa (the lips must be covered – which is my interpretation of covering the face.  I figure if they can interpret that women should cover themselves – even though it is not required by the Quran – then I can as well).  The kids and I headed down to Michael’s, where I picked up frosting colors and some lovely labia-shaped tips for the pastry bag.  It’s how I roll.  I will be making pubic hair (though some will be shaven) out of chocolate.  I need to grab some candies for the clitoris, too.  Oh yeah…and then there’s the actual power point regarding Isis.  <sigh>

Kids and I watched The Incredible – one of the 4 movies we had planned to watch today.  I usually feel like we are a pretty rad version of the super-powerless version of this family, though today between my being upset and Ethan’s frequent backlashes (which always ended quickly as I either confronted him or let it slide…I credit Kenny Rogers with this as “you gotta know when to hold ‘em, know when to fold ‘em, know when to walk away, know when to run” – aka, pick your battles),  I felt pretty Increde-less.  I am thankful to Andrea Rubenstein Courier and Clare Foster for their kind words.  Helped me a bunch today. <3

And now, I am frantically looking up the history of ISIS(which I have been doing on and off all day as I do the things that MUST be done), seeing the history of the Middle East that I remember so well  - the Shah overthrown by Ayatollah Khomeini-  and I have a desire to visit Arak, Iran.  There are SO many possible paths in our glorious lifetimes, and I wish fervently I had many-me’s so I could do all the things I dream of.  Tomorrow starts another work week…yet only four days for me this time as Hangtown Halloween begins on Friday.  

Pictures:  Maggie and I with the dead baby we made a couple of years ago for our Halloween front yard; My tools for vaginas; The last kaffee creme I'll have until I'm back in CH; the peppers are roasted.