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kyburgBut I have some seconds between disk changes on a laptop install. Misery loves company.
I has satisfaction. Let's have three rousing choruses of "Prison Bitch" in his honor.
And then - oh, I don't know. Feed him unflavored ramen three meals a day, scalding hot without utensils and give him nothing but the Twilight books to entertain himself.
When he's not filling manure trucks with a small pitchfork. I can come up with worse.
It's hard to find stories like this one. Mom has been pretty interesting on this subject - if you can get her to talk about it - because it corroborates this one. Mom grew up in Harlan, IA - where the city ordinances banning people of color from living within the city limits when she was growing up. She found out about this much later, of course and it incensed her (and still does) no end. No, she had nothing to do with. No, it wasn't her fault. But she remains aware of it to this day and has no problem saying it was wrong, and so on. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree around here, doncha know....
No, getting Mom to talk about a subject is kind of like opening cans without labels on them, looking for something specific. You tend to get her started on something related - but not what you were asking about - and it tends to bowl you over. That's the pleasure of aging parents, I guess. Her memory is not entirely that great anymore - for example, she doesn't remember a number of breakfast table conversations we had while she was working nights when we were children (Mom came home about the same time we got up to go to school, so we ate more breakfasts together than dinners).
Oh, they included a number of subjects - religion, homosexuality, you name it. Over scrambled eggs, most of the time.
Most of the time, Mom doesn't think they're of much import. Things happened, that's what it was and the now really has more urgency than what's been anyway.
In other news, the day care called this AM - we have our spot! Now, we won't need it in October, when it opens up (and it's just as well we're not traveling this month, neh?) but it's pretty clear we're going to have it when we DO need it, and that's one more thing off the worry list.
Work calling - gotta rush off.
I has satisfaction. Let's have three rousing choruses of "Prison Bitch" in his honor.
And then - oh, I don't know. Feed him unflavored ramen three meals a day, scalding hot without utensils and give him nothing but the Twilight books to entertain himself.
When he's not filling manure trucks with a small pitchfork. I can come up with worse.
It's hard to find stories like this one. Mom has been pretty interesting on this subject - if you can get her to talk about it - because it corroborates this one. Mom grew up in Harlan, IA - where the city ordinances banning people of color from living within the city limits when she was growing up. She found out about this much later, of course and it incensed her (and still does) no end. No, she had nothing to do with. No, it wasn't her fault. But she remains aware of it to this day and has no problem saying it was wrong, and so on. Apple doesn't fall far from the tree around here, doncha know....
No, getting Mom to talk about a subject is kind of like opening cans without labels on them, looking for something specific. You tend to get her started on something related - but not what you were asking about - and it tends to bowl you over. That's the pleasure of aging parents, I guess. Her memory is not entirely that great anymore - for example, she doesn't remember a number of breakfast table conversations we had while she was working nights when we were children (Mom came home about the same time we got up to go to school, so we ate more breakfasts together than dinners).
Oh, they included a number of subjects - religion, homosexuality, you name it. Over scrambled eggs, most of the time.
Most of the time, Mom doesn't think they're of much import. Things happened, that's what it was and the now really has more urgency than what's been anyway.
In other news, the day care called this AM - we have our spot! Now, we won't need it in October, when it opens up (and it's just as well we're not traveling this month, neh?) but it's pretty clear we're going to have it when we DO need it, and that's one more thing off the worry list.
Work calling - gotta rush off.
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integration in orange county
Date: 2008-08-21 10:34 pm (UTC)Day care!
Date: 2008-08-22 03:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-22 05:21 am (UTC)Not that there wasn't some amount of voluntary grouping in Toronto...immigrants cluster together from all parts of the world, stuff like that. But there was more homogeneity in general, like at a big supermarket or at a park, you know?
I'm trying to think of the last black person I saw in Austin...um...I saw a black family at the kids' museum downtown a few weeks ago...that's it. It's possible I haven't noticed, of course, because it's not something I'm actively looking for.
Lots of Latinos around, and lots of people from India and Pakistan, but even then, not so many in the same social groups I'm in, even though I'm in generalized parenting groups.
I wish Peo was growing up with a more multicultural mix around her, but short of moving to NYC or out of the country, I don't know how to make that happen.