Subject Shiver-me-jacket
DateCreated 2/15/2007 12:36:00 PM
PostedDate 2/15/2007 12:29:00 PM
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"Staring up into the heavens, in this hell that binds your hands

Will you sacrifice your comfort, make your way in a foreign land

Wrestle with your darkness, Angels call your name, can you hear what they are saying, will you ever be the same?"

 

-- Isaac – Madonna, Confessions on a dancefloor

 

I've been thinking a lot lately about my accomplishments.  What better subject to contemplate at the crux of a revolution.  I'm looking forward to reposting my resume on the internet.

 

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I was just putting on Emma's jacket, and she was flat out refusing to wear the one I had chosen.  The why was obvious, it was her brothers, and a ski jacket.  She thought it was ugly, and being a little girl, wants to look like a princess.  When I pointed out to her that the point of wearing a jacket is to keep warm, not look pretty, she acquiesced, and we got the job done.  That's quite an accomplishment if you consider how difficult it is to negotiate with a 6 year old girl...  especially one who doesn't care how cold she gets.

 

I remember a moment from my childhood, where I was sent to school in a beautiful navy blue woolen jacket (very cozy, and warm), with a bright red sash, and red piping along the edges.  I must have looked like an absolute doll, I was a very pretty little girl, no matter what I wore, but the jacket would have just put me right over the top.

 

And that is just what the jacket did.  

 

Although the jacket was beautiful, we lived in a rural area, with many families subsisting off the gains of farming, or some other manual endeavor.  Not many families had the opportunity to head into the city to earn a different living.  I was lucky to have such a family, although I never felt accepted by others whose living situation was similar to mine. 

 

I ended up being teased about the jacket, because it didn't look like everybody else's.  After a half hour of torturous recess, and begging the lunch lady in vain to let me back into the school so I could take the damned thing off, I went off to sit in the sunshine, on the ground against the stone wall of the cemetery which adjoined our schoolyard.  I remember feeling like I had a terribly high fever, and although I felt like crying, refused to, and passed out in the warm light.

 

I was awoken when the bus driver lady nearly ran me over bringing the children back for afternoon classes.  Thank god she loved me (and I stuck out like a sore thumb) enough to honk, cause otherwise I was one dead little dolly.

 

Working on the resume... will post it later... THE KIDS ARE COMING TO VISIT FOR THE WEEKEND!!!