so i finally got some 'airborn' (invented by a second grade teacher) to try to get rid of these lingering cold symptoms, which i'm sure aren't helped by the fact that half the kids at the daycare have coughs, runny noses, and dirty pullups that i have to change, a couple of them after they wave green shit on their hands at me (not to be negative or anything, but that's one of the more unpleasant aspects of this job, although looking on the bright side, something restrains this curious 3 year old from actually rubbing the shit on other people). i hope it works cuz it would be nice to feel completely healthy.
for some reason when i have a cold i start to crave seafood--like i wanted a tuna salad earlier. so i got cynthia to go to the thai restaurant with me tonight that's just around the corner and i had yummy seafood soup.
it's been really good having time to relax the last couple of days--cynthia and i made thanksgiving together--stuffing a la jewish thanksgiving (made from matza farfel--we still have some left so apple kugel might be up next), stuffed carnival squash, and salad. friday i backed out of plans to go hiking with martin because unlike sunny warm fall thanksgiving, it started to rain, and i still don't have my windshield wipers fixed, nor is martin much into unfair weather hiking. so i slept, read, folded laundry, went running, rehearsed with cynthia and sharera. and today i spent a long time listening to the beethoven sonata, following in the score and actually realized alot about the music that i hadn't seen/heard before. the duet's really starting to come together, in my imagination, and in reality in cynthia's and sally's dancing.
today's run, down baring street to the empty lot with the view of philly skyline, about 4:30 with the orange light of the sunset in shiny mirror windows of the sky scrapers, and the scrolling lights of the PECO building...across spring garden bridge with the tall walls painted blue with larger than life rainbow faces of people, young, old, black, white, hispanic, smiling, serious, wizened, proud...down the hill to the waterworks, by my imagined performance place for the duet, which, gabriel informed me today in an unexpected phone call, is called a greek pavilion, and back under the bridge to stretch on the hand rails under the overpass, watching the long neck of a crane through bare tree branches. bernadette also called unexpectedly today, to set up a time for our next interviews. we're going tomorrow, back to north philly, and i think i'll suggest that we use some or all of our time tomorrow just sitting and writing observations of what's happening on this one corner where we went last time, rather than just doing interviews.
i also came up with my ideal daycare curriculum/day, which will require quite a lot of work to make happen, in the form of talking to people (mrs. fisher; other staff--though maybe she should do that like these changes are her idea and not mine; people at the school on 38th street to see if there's any time we could take our kids there to the field and playground to play outside; and asking lots of people for money to get easels, art supplies, and smocks for the kids). and now i want to go to bed, sleep on this sadness/anger/tight chest, lip feeling. was it the right decision not to go to dc this weekend? i'm not really sure. why does this heavy silence come into my mind sometimes when i try to think about particular subjects--i brushed my teeth without even realizing it--too bad there aren't teleporters--would that degree of uprootedness be good though? perhaps it would be--i could have been home for thanksgiving, gone to dc, visited tika, aaron, sara, erica, hugs all around
posted by Liza 30.11.03