Thursday, January 17, 2008
So I'm usually not this deep and lately, not this observant. But my taco trip the other day really surprised me. Now, with full disclosure, I'll admit I'm a Chipotle junky and have been since I visited their first store years ago in Denver. When they first opened in our neighborhood a few years ago, I was 3rd in line! So I walk in yesterday for chicken tacos and see almost all Latino folks working on the line and in the kitchen and an African American manager. The last time I was in several months ago, almost all employees were African American. Our neighborhood is decently integrated and the folks who frequent the restaurant tend to be more African American than not. So I'm curious about the change in employees. And a little sad because it seems to me that the racial inequity goes on. So I took my tacos and went home, a little less hungry.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
The third call from the adoption social worker was this morning. Could we push back the appointment one more time? Yes, of course, no problem. But I really wanted to say, yes, it is a problem. Sometimes I want to say that to the world, when things seem a little off center, which they do a lot lately. "Hey, rearrange your scheduled to mine!"but until then we'll be getting by.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
So about a million post possibilities went through my head today as I was out and about running errands. We got our immigration fingerprints done today- one step closer to adoption heaven and actual Kiddo living with us. We've been cleaning for a week waiting for the adoption lady (as we lovingly call her) to come wrap things up and do a home inspection. I think we're okay, not too nervous but we'll see what tomorrow brings! so, here's my line of questionsing as I'm driving around: Why do government buildings never seem to open early (lik 7:58am instead of 8am) but most private companies do? How in the world will I get enough arm strength to carry around a toddler- do I have to start carrying around pounds of split peas? why are there so many people at the grocery store after New Year's if everyone is trying to lose weight? How long will one be sloth-like if one (meaning me) has recently become unemployed? and how did I manage to get such great teachers- like Mrs Harrington in 3rd grade who I liked because she smelled nice and looked tall because she always wore high heels? It was Mrs Harrington who taught us to journal frequently- what a great idea to get kids to be quiet- note to self. When my friend Dominick complained he couldn't think of what to write, she'd say "If you don't know what to write, write 'I don't know what to write, I don't know what to write' over and over." She was right- shortly, you think of something to write, just like I did, just now.