Y’all can’t tell me my girl wasn’t getting down!!!
Y’all can’t tell me my girl wasn’t getting down!!!
So last night? Yeah, I couldn’t find my way home. Let that sink in for a moment.
I picked LG up from school at 5:00 which means we should be walking in our home at 5:05, 5:03 if the two lights between the school and the house are working in our favor.
I take our normal route only to discover that a portion of the street that runs behind our home is blocked off and I cannot turn into our subdivision. No problem – I’ll just go back up a street and come out on another portion of the street. Except…apparently there is no street that I can access to get where I need to go. How do I know? Because I spent a good 30 minutes turning up one street and down another trying to get home. You know – the home we’ve lived in for 9 years. Yeah, that one.
I called Smoochy and told him I couldn’t get home. He thought the car had run hot again. Nope. Then that dude asked me if I was having some sort of menopausal mind lapse. Sir! I certainly am not. I just can’t find a through street. I told him forget it, I’d go around the neighborhood and come in through the back. So 36 minutes later LG and I finally walked into our blessed house. I was spent. And felt really ridiculous for having such a hard time getting home.
This morning I was talking to a dad who lives behind us and guess what? He – and a number of his neighbors – had done the same thing. Apparently there used to me a through street (I knew it!!!) but access was closed a few years ago and now there really are only two ways into and out of our area. Except for right now, there’s only one way in and out thanks to whatever the heck they’re doing to the street. I fully expect it to be paved with gold for all of the hassle I encountered last night.
In case you are a visual learner, I took a few moment to sketch out my experience last night. You’re welcome.
Well, what did y’all think of our latest read?
I thought it was okay. I went into this book with no expectations, but still managed to be disappointed by the time I finished. It was just so sad all around and the last 3 or 4 chapters were rushed – I thought the author could’ve done a better job with the way she “distributed” her story. We got a lot of details in the beginning of the book and by the end, it seemed like she was tired of writing and wrapped it up as quickly as possible.
The book did give me pause when I realized that this fictionalized story could very well have happened. The treatment of non-neuronormative (look at me being all PC) people has come a long way in this society though no doubt, there’s plenty of room for improvement in the way those with challenges are treated – both inside and outside of facilities and group homes. And poor Homan – outside of his hearing loss, there was nothing wrong with him and yet he’d been institutionalized because no one took time to properly assess his status.
Anyhow, I borrowed a few questions from the guide at the back of the book. Feel free to answer any/all of these or just let your thoughts flow free. As always, I’ll be back throughout the course of the day to read y’alls comments and to add more of my own.
1. What did you learn that you didn’t already know about the history of people with disabilities and the ways they were routinely treated by society?
2. Martha’s former students provide her with support for the first several years of Julia’s life. Was there a teacher in your life who meant as much to you as Martha meant to her students?
3. Why do you think Martha took on the incredible responsibility of raising another woman’s child instead of contacting proper authorities? What would you have done in her place?
4. Homan is up against incredible odds in making his way in the world, especially once his uncle Blue dies. Discuss the way that race, impairment, illiteracy, and institutionalization play a part in how he interacts with the world and how the world reacts to him.
Anywho, let’s get into it – what did you think?
After a particularly heated debate in blog land many, many moons ago I vowed that I would stop posting my opinions on dating. Because really, what did I know? I married my college sweetheart and quite honestly have never dated as an adult. All of my dating took place around frat parties, Homecoming dances and all-school skate nights. Concerns about a potential suitor’s credit score, income, car, children, ex-wife, home-ownership? Never came into play. As long as he was nice, could take me to the movies (and yep, we still had $1 movies back then), take me to Little Rock (the big city) every now and again, and wasn’t on the freak list? I was good.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t read blog posts dedicated to dating, watch news reports on how hard it is to get partnered up in these days and times, or ignore the fact that I know scores of awesome men and women who cannot seem to meet Mr. or Mrs. Right.
I also observe the world around me and it really, truly makes me concerned for LG and her future relationships. Have people always been so…crazy?!?!?
So I’ve been thinking that while LG would probably protest and fight me with the strength of a thousand sumo wrestlers on this – if I could? I would totally arrange a marriage for her. I know, or “know” lots of folks who are raising boys to be men in a manner of which I “approve.” If the apples don’t fall from the tree? These boys will be good husband material in the next, oh say, 20 years.
So, if you’re parenting (or know of) a young man between 8-13 who loves God, is kind, plans to pursue higher education, and can deal with a chatty, marvelous only girl child whose parents want and plan nothing but the best for her? Holler at me. I kid. Kind of…
Of course, I type all of this knowing good and well that if arranged marriage was a part of my reality, my mom would’ve hooked me up with K, a boy I went to high school with, who had no sense of humor, and never talked. Totally wouldn’t have worked!
That’s it. What’s shaking?
Wedding weekend pics with a few extras thrown in for good measure. This one’s for you KRock :-)
So this past weekend, Smoochy, LG, and I traveled to Northwest Arkansas for my middle brother’s wedding. Wrote a little blog about it. Like to read it? Here it goes:
Two more things – Happy 40th Birthday to Me!!! and Happy Anniversary to Psonya!