here i sit in the middle of bean's studio while she cleans the rest of it. the fougasse � bean's olive fougasse � is in the oven & we should eat soon & tomorrow i will go to work again because that is what i do.
up news about work: i am being aggressively cross-trained all over the damn place, & i have taken it upon myself (because i'm a motivated kind of girl [that could be funny if you know me]) to translate our consent forms, birth control information, &c into spanish. (yes. i am blatantly & justifiably aching for a raise.)
that bean, she is loaded in a costarrique�o kind of way. i mention this at her prompting.
so i sat in the laundromat this afternoon reading about �como empezar a tomar las pastillas anticonceptivas� & therefore increasing my economic worth as an employee & therefore increasing my worth as a human being who can talk about things & use words for them.
i want to think of myself as a depository for words.
i say that, but then i turn right around & let fall out of my mouth ridiculous dialogue (to talk about what comes out of my mouth as dialogue is either a,silly, b,pretentious, or c,posing-as-laurie-anderson, or d,all-of-the-above, in the first place), to wit:
mischka. you are so sexist. you use �dick� as an insult.
ricka. well, yes, but i also use it as a neutral word of good behavior.
(that was on monday. yes i've been reliving it ever since. i don't know what i meant to say at all but i keep analyzing it as if it were, i don't know, finnegan's wake or something else i've never made it through.)
switch about: last night was the last night of RCIA, so now i don't have to sit in that wednesday-night, grown-ups' version of sunday school anymore, which is good, & i can spend wednesday evenings at home with bean watching good eats instead.
(here is some nice janis ian music.)
to celebrate the end of RCIA � which to me felt stiflingly like sitting in an overly-flourescenty church basement & listening to slightly-rightist men try to outdo each other with rhetoric, week after week, & was the opposite of the utter joy of sitting in the church proper during mass & listening to everyone repeat the same words week after week & mean it � i am going to sit around for a while reading this big stack of books, most of which bean thrust at me, including i and thou & conjectures of a guilty bystander & dorothy day columns & sand county almanac & fear & trembling & it will feel just like last summer, when that boy's mom told me that what i was reading was "too heavy, wouldn't you like something lighter instead?"
switch about again: tonight my father called me to tell me, my parents are leaving tomorrow for a florida beach vacation, here is the phone number to the rental house, their dog broke his foot today but everything is okay.
