2.12.2006

Me, Nanook

If you think it's snowy where you are right now, come visit me here in the Hudson Valley. And don't come empty-handed. I'm dying for a vanilla latte.

With Nate visiting friends for the weekend, I grabbed the baby and hightailed it up to my parents' place where I will be most happily cooked for, cleaned up after, and told repeatedly to "go. Relax. Take a bath." Most Jewish mothers tell their daughters to eat something when they walk in the door. Mine tells me to take a bath.

Thalia loves coming here because she gets to to eat homemade organic applesauce that my stepfather makes her, even if she does pay for it in bowel misfunction later. She also gets to play on the floor without the threat of electronics falling on her head. A 9" RCA television passes for technology round these parts.

Home in Brooklyn right now, my baby might be staring out the window watching handymen unburden sacks of rock salt, while grumpy dogwalkers keep the snowdrifts from remaining that boring white color. Instead Thalia's enjoyed the escapades of Mama and Papa Cardinal, the bluejay bullies known as the Gang of Seven, fierce downy woodpeckers fighting over a feeder full of suet, dozens of roly-poly finches, a tufted titmouse, a yellow-belly sapsucker, a few black-eyed junkos, and a lone redtail hawk who, as my mother puts it, thinks this is all just McDonalds. If you watch long enough, evidently he'll fly right into the picture windows. Top that, Baby Einstein.

My mother is an educational consultant, once your favorite grade school teacher--the one who let you sit cross-legged in a circle and write poetry and call her by her first name. She can quote Howard Zinn and Women who Run with the Wolves, but isn't above a good Will Ferrell movie, even if she can never remember his name. She refuses to color her boy-cut silver hair, and for a time only wore shoes if they were red. She stopped as soon as she became known as The Lady with the Red Shoes. Her husband is an environmental educator and fisherman, a real-life Grizzly Adams type who sports a santa beard and hiking shorts year round (yes, even today, only with a pair of pilled, navy longjohns underneath). He has never heard of Angelina Jolie. He also makes a mean chicken soup, which is the only consolation I have if the Second Avenue Deli never reopens. A pot is on the stove right now and if you've got a snowplow and a pair of snowshoes you're welcome to join us. Lunch is at 1.

I love coming here because they give me all the highlights of that week's Air America/the Nation/Paul Krugman/NPR/Mother Jones/heresay/innuendo. Imagine Best Week Ever with a liberal news spin and you've got dinner up at my mom's house.

In less than 24 hours since my arrival, I've already learned that:
  • George Bush is a sonofabitch.
  • Michael Bloomberg anonymously donated $100mm to Johns Hopkins for stem cell research because deep down, he's a good democrat.
  • George Bush sneaked such massive educational cuts into his budget that it totals one-third of all cuts.
  • A school district in Missouri pulled a school production of Grease after 3 people from one church congregation wrote letters.
  • George Bush is a thug.
  • Al Franken needs to do less schtick on his radio show and stop interrupting everyone.
  • Congressman Roberts on Meet the Press is as full of sh*t as a Christmas Turkey.
  • Bush and Bush Sr. giggled through the entire Coretta Scott King funeral.
  • George Bush's mommy taught him how to lie.
  • Al Gore should run again in '08, and looks excellent with those thirty extra pounds on him.
  • The only thing that will get Americans to start revolting against this President is a draft.
  • George Bush is an asshole.
I admit it's a lazy way for me to get my news. But sometimes, a new mom just needs a break from the conservatively-biased media.

I am my mother's daughter.

Enjoy your blizzard.


2 Comments:

Blogger Carrcakes said...

You are a great writer and I'm itching to meet your mother. Your little girl is adorable and I look forward to reading more of your posts.

Maybe we can stumble our way through blog aesthetics together. For now, let's just keep flexing our writing muscles. Keep up the great glogging. (Great blogging)

-Carolyn

2/13/06, 11:58 AM  
Blogger Mom101 said...

Carrcakes: I have sent this to my mother. She says she wants to meet you too and that you are welcome to chicken soup any time. She also says you have excellent taste.

2/14/06, 9:15 AM  

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