Still haven't had time to sort out a sidebar with feed from my Strollerderby gig. Meanwhile, here are some recent posts that I thought readers here might find especially interesting if you haven't been keeping up with me over there:
I promise to give blog-readers their very own LilySea Post asap. Meanwhile, please see Strollerderby for frequent, short posts. And does anyone know how to do a nifty little feed on my sidebar to make it easier for readers here to see if there's anything new they want to read over there?
Sorry about the fall-off here. I am doing this new blogging-for-dollars gig, plus my online teaching, plus house-hunting (pst--we have an offer out there--good thoughts please!), plus trying to figure out how to do daily life in a new place, plus dealing with children who are unsettled but don't know how to express that except through crazy acting-out.
Nat went to her first tap lesson yesterday. We call it "tap-dancing school." When we got there, the room was full of little girls who not only had tap shoes, but were variously outfitted in everything from purple leotards to glittery pink tulle tutus. I was glad I put Nat in a girly blouse, even if she was also wearing cargo-style boy shorts. And I was glad she had the shoes.
I was also glad Nat doesn't bug us to let her wear glittery pink tulle tutus. Nat is still quite catholic in her clothing tastes, enjoying whatever we tell her looks fabulous (everything), from dresses to overalls. She has strong color preferences yet, either. Every mom doesn't have it so easy, I know. I imagine Nat will hit a picky clothing phase at some point, but so far, no problems.
The teacher, one "Mr. Mike" kicked all the parents out of the classroom into the hall to wait. I understood completely why he did it (I would have done it if I were him, too), but we were not sure what Nat's reaction would be, since she didn't know a soul in the room.
She stood at the end of the row of little girls closest to the door the parents were hovering around, so we could peek at her. Here is Cole peeking and exclaiming, "She's doing it!" "It" being, standing in the line in front of a mirror and marching rhythmically in place along with Mr. Mike:
Whenever I peeked, it seemed all that was happening was Mr. Mike was rounding up little girls in tutus and returning them to line while Nat watched, wide-eyed at their gall to disobey him in the first place.
I think maybe 30 minutes would work a bit better than 45 for a dozen 3-year olds in tap shoes. But Nat had a blast and can't wait to go back.
Then this morning, at our playground, we bumped into L from tap class and her mother, N. Turns out they are neighbors and L's mom and dad are both actors at a neighborhood theatre.
We have moved from a small town to a small neighborhood. We are still loving it, in spite of the drawbacks of living in the home of a child-free artist. Here is a list of things we don't have:
- a garbage disposal
- a dishwasher
- an oven
- a kitchen door (read: kids underfoot while washing dishes/cooking/cleaning/tea-making)
- a pilot light on the stove (needs a match)
- a shower (tub with shower sprayer)
- residential zoning (this place was really just a big garage when M moved in)
- reliable Internet (it goes in and out unpredictably all day)
- a washer/dryer (it's broken but we're getting a replacement next week)
- water pressure (sometimes rinsing the shampoo out of my hair takes half an hour)
Yesterday, after lighting the stove to boil some macaroni while I washed dishes, Cole told me "this is as close to camping as you will ever get me!"
Funny, I had been thinking the same thing. Cole is not outdoorsy.
It's all worth it for the community and the neighborhood. Meanwhile we continue to shop for a permanent place. Nothing yet. I'll keep you posted.
Speaking of posting, if you go here you can see all my recent posts at Strollerderby. There should be a bio there soon, too. Please go early and go often. Part of the pay system depends on post views. In short, the more you read, the more tap lessons Nat gets!
I'm already getting yelled at a little in the comments, but in this case, I truly don't mind, because it's Shannon Lite, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I know it's not impermeable, in-depth brilliance. It's not going to be. That's not what the site is about and I am posting many times per day (or will be when I get a more reliable baby sitter and can go use the wireless in a cafe where it stays on all the time, unlike home). I still think they could have hauled the mother off the baby without tasering her, though. I'm not budging from that ground.
So, let's say there was a website where we might all do some reading, thinking, questioning and discussing together on topics specifically of African American history/culture/literature, geared toward the better raising of Black children by white people, but welcoming anyone interested in the topic for whatever reason.
I want to move my life to Wordpress. Yesterday, I did in fact duplicate the jewelry site there and purchase the domain LilySeaDesigns.com. That looks so much better on a business card than a bunch of dots and backslashes, ya know?
But I'd like to also do the following:
--Archive the entirety of Peter's Cross Station at a free Wordpress blog while not losing too many folks who are used to coming here. I will keep this place up until my annual plan is expired (January), and I can put a redirect, but how best to I roadmap it so people will be able to find the new site?
--Archive the photoblog at Wordpress with the usual password but from now on, just use the individual post password option for future photos. I think I can figure this one out on my own, it seems simple enough. Is there something I am not considering?
--MAYBE abandon Peter's Cross Station (after archiving) and start a whole new blog. This is just because lately, I'm in a bit of a blogging malaise and a new site, with a new name might perk me up. I would leave a link at the top of the old blog archive directing people to the new blog. It wouldn't be a secret or anything.
I guess my biggest concern is all those links out there to this site. I am concerned about how best to move as many of them as possible with me.
And in case anyone with even less Internet knowledge than I is wondering, the reason I want to move is that Wordpress offers, for free, much more than I am paying for now, at Typepad. Even my new domain is a fraction of the annual cost of three blogs without my own domain at Typepad.
I wanted to do NaNoWriMo this year and finally pound out a nice draft of the lesbian Y/A romance that's been in my brain for ten years. But who am I kidding? I can barely keep the laundry from overrunning the house and the baby formula mixed and the bottles clean.
So blogging it is.
I won't promise you earth-shattering brilliance, but maybe I can get into a better groove than I've been in lately and learn to structure my time a bit more usefully in the bargain.
Now would be a great time to ask probing questions about anything you've ever read here. Or something you always wanted to know but were afraid to ask. Please. Shoot.