I’m NaBloPoMo-ing again, in an effort to make good on a January intention, which was to write more and complain less. I run the risk, of course, that creating a new post every day will make me complain even more (yes, I think it’s possible, but only barely). But hey, gotta break some eggs, right? Besides, isn’t complaining the meat-and-potatoes of all “mommy blogs?” That’s what a lot of the comments say in Lisa Belkin’s Motherlode article about the Queens of the Mom-Blog Kingdom–the mommy bloggers are just whiny, complaining, self-centered women nattering on about their middle-class lives and redecorating schemes.
I am definitively not writing about redecorating. Because I’d need a blowtorch to accomplish any major re-design, and arson is, I’m pretty sure, illegal in New York. So I promise, no posts about couches or color schemes.
I had this “in a word” idea rolling around in my head all day and then I found the word I wanted right there in front of me:
We’ve made through February, which although technically the shortest month is, as we all know, the longest month, psychically. I always let out a huge sigh of relief once February is behind me.
March. Marching implies forward momentum – not necessarily reflective, not necessarily thoughtful, but moving. And moving is what we’re doing, probably around the end of June. We have to be out of this apartment by the end of June or early July, at the latest, which means I’m going to be marching through our stuff, doing the pre-move purge of papers, books, clothes, toys, and god knows what else we’ve managed to accumulate in ten years of living here.
Come to think of it, I may have to re-think that arson thing. I could probably make it look accidental, right? I mean, I do have two boys–I could teach them how to play with matches, couldn’t I? Because on top of our current ten years of stuff, there is all the stuff we brought with us, when we moved in. That stuff has been biding its time–perhaps breeding–in the storage space in the basement of our building, just waiting for the right moment to pounce. I’m thinking perhaps a little strategic flooding in the basement, maybe a burst pipe? Pipes burst when they get too hot, right?
Hmm. Maybe a better word for today is saboteur.
[PS: I wrote a little review about Lauren Redniss’s book, Radioactive: A Tale of Love and Fallout. You can read the review on Blocritics, here. And then come back here and click through the amazon link to buy the book!
PPS: If you want a little “one word” writing jump, go to oneword.com. You’ll get a one-word prompt and 60 seconds to write a response. It’s a great way to start the day, like a little brain sprint. ]
Jacob has just figured out that the word “March” has two meanings, as both the name of the month and the verb. It is amazing to watch an autistic kid “get” a funny concept about a word. Now whenever you ask him what month it is, he says “March” and stomps his feet like he’s marching, then laughs. Priceless.
arsonredecoration by blowtorch thing… I’m seriously thinking about it.
I think you’re the kind of strategic thinker who should be in the military…
Moving!!!!! Will it be to another building owned by Manhattan’s biggest landlord? To green-grass-and-SUVs suburbia? Or something more–Levantine?
Moving is always hell (2 months since my move and I’m down to 2 boxes! apart from all the ones I shoved in the basement and decided I am *choosing* not to open)–hence, much to write about!