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Dec. 30th, 2009 03:22 pmFirst, some notes:
I think my resolution for 2010 will be more coffee dates and the like. I miss you guys. Seriously.
I did fulfill one of my resolutions for 2009: 'more dim sum.' Thank you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
anarqueso.
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In many ways, my 'year' began back on the last day of September 2008, when I was sent to the hospital for an 'emergency' C-section. Since then, I have spent the vast majority of my time, day in and day out, with my delightful and lovely daughters. I quit my day job at the end of that year -- a job I loved, mind you, and that paid me well and treated me decently and came with a stable of fabulous co-workers that I still miss deeply. But I knew the commute would be too much for me, and I knew too that even if I could make it, the new office environs in the sterile office parks of Sunnyvale would drive me crazy eventually. I made the right choice, but it was a hard one.
Winter-into-Spring: I took up freelancing again. Among several small jobs, I had fun proofreading an issue of h+ (you can spot me on the masthead). I finished a big second draft. I attended Potlatch with the babies and spent the first night away from home since they were born. (My 'places I've slept' list for 2009 looks like this: Oakland, CA; Palo Alto, CA; Madison, WI. That's it.) I had a lovely talk with my aunt as a result of funny family fallout around my domestic situation -- basically, my grandmother comes to the accidental conclusion that I was artificially inseminated. She knows that G. is around and part of the household and the ladies' lives, however, and explicitly acknowledges him so, so we decide to let the details of the plumbing slide. We start the babies on solid food. I've already stopped direct breastfeeding, and start tapering off the pumping as well.
Spring: I get my braces off! Our fridge fails. I attend the GayVNs as a civilian. I missed Passover but did attend a confirmation. I interview friends and meet cool friends of friends for an article that never makes it to print, because I suddenly lose all those promising freelance connections I was working, all at once.
Spring-into-Summer: I celebrate my first Mother's Day...by going to a bookstore. And drinking half a beer, because I am a wild child :) Then I go to WisCon, where I auction off five minutes of the babies' company, to some consternation.
Summer: My parents come to visit. In their company, I also visit my grandparents in Newman; this turns out to be the last time I will see my grandmother. I give them a picture of the babies for their fridge. I manage to get out of the house and see several Queer Arts Festival shows, though not as many as I would like. Ditto films. The babies get their first teeth and start to crawl, and talk. I see, at long last, Aelita, Queen of Mars at the silent film festival. I write an open letter to Femina Potens. We hold a big, fun aioli birthday party in my backyard. Another part of the birthday festivities: all three of us attend the only soccer match we'll see live this year, a double-header at Candlestick. My grandmother dies on my 39th birthday. My personal website goes up! Fox News gets wind of a little spoken-word show I do...
Summer-into-Fall: I start attending queer parenting meetings through Our Family Coalition. We attend Sistahs Steppin' in Pride. All of my friends and loved ones have birthdays. The twins do, too -- it's Baby Dance Party time! I start taking the twins to watch Daddy and Uncle Bear Daddy play soccer at lunchtime. I attend a day of the Butch Voices conference and feel extra warm and fuzzy for a long time afterwards. Simone starts to evince a distinct fondness for baby dolls, scarves, and hats.
Autumn: We go to the Oakland Zoo for the first time. I contemplate an 'urban animals' picture book. My article on women's soccer goes up online at Curve; I work on a bunch of other articles for them, too. They are now my only reliable freelance source, sigh. I solo curate an extra-special PPO that rocks the house bigtime. Simone takes her first steps. My silent movie vampire story comes out. I take a class in hair care for black children via OFC, whom I am coming to love profoundly. I join the Soul Food Farm [eta: chicken-n-egg] CSA. I watchmollena win Miss San Francisco Leather, handily. I have the busiest weekend of the year with two Dia de los Muertos celebrations, two parties, a cousin-to-cousin visit to San Jose, and Halloween candy-giving all packed in there somehow.
Autumn-into-Winter: Everybody in the house gets sick. I eat soup until I'm sick of it. April takes her first steps.
Winter: I write a lot of angry letters to offensive advertisers. I perfect my chili recipe and my meatball recipe. I make a pretty tasty leg of lamb, too. I also cook latkes for a bunch of nice folks. Someone cooks gumbo for me. I go to the Sendak exhibit, and it is wonderful. We sort through a mountain of clothes for the babies, as their wardrobe changes over due to both weather and size.
And that pretty much covers it. I might be up for a decade reconsideration...tomorrow. It certainly has been an eventful ten years, I'll give it that.
I think my resolution for 2010 will be more coffee dates and the like. I miss you guys. Seriously.
I did fulfill one of my resolutions for 2009: 'more dim sum.' Thank you,
anarqueso.*
In many ways, my 'year' began back on the last day of September 2008, when I was sent to the hospital for an 'emergency' C-section. Since then, I have spent the vast majority of my time, day in and day out, with my delightful and lovely daughters. I quit my day job at the end of that year -- a job I loved, mind you, and that paid me well and treated me decently and came with a stable of fabulous co-workers that I still miss deeply. But I knew the commute would be too much for me, and I knew too that even if I could make it, the new office environs in the sterile office parks of Sunnyvale would drive me crazy eventually. I made the right choice, but it was a hard one.
Winter-into-Spring: I took up freelancing again. Among several small jobs, I had fun proofreading an issue of h+ (you can spot me on the masthead). I finished a big second draft. I attended Potlatch with the babies and spent the first night away from home since they were born. (My 'places I've slept' list for 2009 looks like this: Oakland, CA; Palo Alto, CA; Madison, WI. That's it.) I had a lovely talk with my aunt as a result of funny family fallout around my domestic situation -- basically, my grandmother comes to the accidental conclusion that I was artificially inseminated. She knows that G. is around and part of the household and the ladies' lives, however, and explicitly acknowledges him so, so we decide to let the details of the plumbing slide. We start the babies on solid food. I've already stopped direct breastfeeding, and start tapering off the pumping as well.
Spring: I get my braces off! Our fridge fails. I attend the GayVNs as a civilian. I missed Passover but did attend a confirmation. I interview friends and meet cool friends of friends for an article that never makes it to print, because I suddenly lose all those promising freelance connections I was working, all at once.
Spring-into-Summer: I celebrate my first Mother's Day...by going to a bookstore. And drinking half a beer, because I am a wild child :) Then I go to WisCon, where I auction off five minutes of the babies' company, to some consternation.
Summer: My parents come to visit. In their company, I also visit my grandparents in Newman; this turns out to be the last time I will see my grandmother. I give them a picture of the babies for their fridge. I manage to get out of the house and see several Queer Arts Festival shows, though not as many as I would like. Ditto films. The babies get their first teeth and start to crawl, and talk. I see, at long last, Aelita, Queen of Mars at the silent film festival. I write an open letter to Femina Potens. We hold a big, fun aioli birthday party in my backyard. Another part of the birthday festivities: all three of us attend the only soccer match we'll see live this year, a double-header at Candlestick. My grandmother dies on my 39th birthday. My personal website goes up! Fox News gets wind of a little spoken-word show I do...
Summer-into-Fall: I start attending queer parenting meetings through Our Family Coalition. We attend Sistahs Steppin' in Pride. All of my friends and loved ones have birthdays. The twins do, too -- it's Baby Dance Party time! I start taking the twins to watch Daddy and Uncle Bear Daddy play soccer at lunchtime. I attend a day of the Butch Voices conference and feel extra warm and fuzzy for a long time afterwards. Simone starts to evince a distinct fondness for baby dolls, scarves, and hats.
Autumn: We go to the Oakland Zoo for the first time. I contemplate an 'urban animals' picture book. My article on women's soccer goes up online at Curve; I work on a bunch of other articles for them, too. They are now my only reliable freelance source, sigh. I solo curate an extra-special PPO that rocks the house bigtime. Simone takes her first steps. My silent movie vampire story comes out. I take a class in hair care for black children via OFC, whom I am coming to love profoundly. I join the Soul Food Farm [eta: chicken-n-egg] CSA. I watch
mollena win Miss San Francisco Leather, handily. I have the busiest weekend of the year with two Dia de los Muertos celebrations, two parties, a cousin-to-cousin visit to San Jose, and Halloween candy-giving all packed in there somehow. Autumn-into-Winter: Everybody in the house gets sick. I eat soup until I'm sick of it. April takes her first steps.
Winter: I write a lot of angry letters to offensive advertisers. I perfect my chili recipe and my meatball recipe. I make a pretty tasty leg of lamb, too. I also cook latkes for a bunch of nice folks. Someone cooks gumbo for me. I go to the Sendak exhibit, and it is wonderful. We sort through a mountain of clothes for the babies, as their wardrobe changes over due to both weather and size.
And that pretty much covers it. I might be up for a decade reconsideration...tomorrow. It certainly has been an eventful ten years, I'll give it that.
