I am just going to post about more random things that came to my mind these last few days.
Tonight I was out with a group and we were discussing having a barbecue. The group is predominately women with only a couple of men. The topic of barbecuing came up and almost all the women wanted the men to do it. One women actually said it was a blue job. Just a few weeks ago Joey posted a post about pink and blue jobs. At this point I let out an audible gasp and the woman in front of me turned around and started to laugh. (She knows me well enough.) The sad thing is all the other woman agreed and thought it was a great idea to let a man take over. God forbid a female turn on the BBQ. She might blow up the neighbourhood. Or chip a nail.
When I am working I see all sorts of people, from very wealthy to very poor and living in poverty. I see a man that is a sweet soul. He is very, very poor and was living in a crappy old run down hotel until the owner evicted everyone. This man was moved into an even worse situation. It is in the worst end of town and in the worst of the worst buildings. It is actually quite scary to walk around there even in the daytime. I go in this week and this man’s little dog looks at me with the saddest eyes I have ever seen. I swear he was asking me to help his owner. The dog (Sparky!) came right up to me and looked at me with such a desperate look. He wanted to do something. I can’t really explain it in words and even writing it out sounds silly. I just told him that he was a very, very good dog and I gave him pats on his little dog head. The look on that dogs face has stayed with me this week.
And I am cranky. My daughter is very messy. She has so many great qualities but she is a total slob. I lost my shit this week and made her clean her room. She has hauled out bags and bags of dirty laundry. There were two extra large bins of just recycling and several bags of garbage. What has made me angry is the amount of dirty laundry. It smells so bad that it has to be kept outside. Outside! And because I am a foolish woman I am the one washing it because she is never fucking home to do it. And then when I dare ask her about what she wants to keep and what she wants to get rid of she gives me an attitude. The last three days I have done about 15 loads of laundry and not a word of thanks or gratitude. And I wonder how on earth I raised not only a slob who thinks it is OK to have plates with mold and a room that smells up the whole house but thinks it is somehow OK that I am doing her laundry. She is 18! And yes, I admit I am enabling her but there is no talking to her. At this point I am not going to give any of her clothes back because I am so angry. If she wants them back she is going to have to earn them back. I truly think God makes us like the mother cat I once fostered from the SPCA. She had her kittens and was such a good mama. She rarely left them. She loved her babies! She cleaned them and fed them and taught them every cat thing they needed to know. And then one day one of her kittens was just walking by and she swatted it across the room. She had had enough. She wanted them gone. I have no doubt that she loved her kittens but the full time parenting was done. It is time for my daughter to get her (figurative) swat across the room.*
*My daughter is an amazing human. She is smart and funny and beautiful inside and out. She is cool to be around and is loved by everyone. I get phone calls and e mails from her teachers to tell me what a delight she is to teach. I love her (and my son) more than anything or anyone on this planet.