When I asked Nukie next door if his new kindergarten teacher was nice, he thought a second and then said rather hopefully, "I think she is nice, she doesn't hit me!"
Which made it doubly awful that Moomin picked a couple of hours later to threaten him with a shoe and yell that he was going to hit him for laughing. Nukie (a huge robust child especially next to Moomin) was actually cowering.
Made Moomin copy out lines about not being a mean person who hits people. (Later... after defusing the incident and then declaring it was time to come in.)
Horribly like an arrogant little prince... I can't explain to him that N. gets locked out of his house until his mom gets home and that he sleeps in the utility shed... He is a good kid, very cheerful, kind to babies, bright, playful, smart, etc.... I always feed him if he's here... I don't feel like explaining this to Moomin would be productive at all. So, from Moomin's point of view the dumb kid next door who can't play chess or read shows up and he is forced to share his legos and they have tense conversations where they boast about knowing about some TV cartoon hero. And from my point of view I'm like, Dude, you are lucky to have a kid-next-door to play with at all.
T.'s mom talked a bit about her prospects post-divorce . I had assumed she was either rich or was an ex-marketing or high powered executivey person confident of getting a good job. But no - actually not and though she administrated language programs in various other countries, etc, Daly City U. would not accept her BA even though they let her in 1 semester of grad school and she made all As. Her 4-year degree from England does not count - It was 20 years ago and the school's name has changed and her old profs are all gone and nothing can be properly certified. How... how could her husband leave, especially 1 year after adopting a baby (from Ch1na... what a huge effort... and then to leave apparently with no warning!) She seems amazingly calm , a bit bitter and despairing in a quiet way but determined to move on and seems to have faith she'll figure something out.
Still it is sobering... we talked about not ever thinking it would happen to you but then it does - the way that it is near impossible to get back in, and everyone in acts sanctimonious about it while not themselves wanting to hire anyone who has managed small children for the last 6-7 years.
I remember my mom listing her momness as managerial experience on her first resume and it made perfect sense to me at the time.
Meanwhile I am very excited on this new poet. I spent much of today grappling with "Mala P1el" which is a mind breaker of a poem and extremely p3rlongher-like. I had a sighing moment where I imagined her translating my M. F. poem or several others that would be really hard in just the same way, to Spanish. she would be the perfect person to do it. And F. wrote back to my burbled madness speaking as if it were just a matter of my carelessly mentioning to X.Y. at Very Cool Small Press that I was thinking of doing it, and they would go for it. When... actually they do not even have any contact info on their web site and they are snootypants to the max. I would have NO idea how to contact them. And she tossed it out ther that of course C.L was not very hip to REAL radical revolutionary poems were they now... as I should know... so why bother. This made me laugh as it's so true... they wet their pants only for already completely establishment-ized people - but i have hope anyway. One could be a token. It would be one thing if F. mentioned it casually to X at Very Cool Small Press. And ANOTHER if I do it... who they don't know. I am very lucky to have any mentoring at all but always end up with the mentors who drop your hand about 1/4 of the way through the tunnel and prance off expecting you, too, to be able to see in the dark... they don't know what dark IS... oh their casual careless exercise of power.... their crumbs!!!!!