Not sick anymore
Nov. 11th, 2006 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vcmwI'm finally not sick anymore. This is pleasant, as I don't really like having to schedule an hour of coughing and hacking into the start of each day. Also, I'm starting to have the mental energy to face my life coherently. This is also pleasant. We'll see how long the energy lasts - I often worry that I'm a horrible procrastinator (true) and will get nothing done ever (probably false) but I seem to chug along pretty well on the big "issue" tasks - getting married, picking a career, etc. It's just that the details slip away from me sometimes.
All right then. I cleaned the house yesterday, split pea soup has been prepped and simmered and is ready for dinner when I get home, and the mail was gone through and appropriate bills paid. I talked to my family members on the phone. I went to the farmer's market this morning and got apples and apple butter and potatoes (for the split pea soup) and some cute little acorn squash and some rolls to heat up and eat, all crusty, with the soup. I'm ready for the end of the day, when J. gets home - there will be soup and rolls and other good eats.
I'm such a wife. I totally dig on the whole "getting up and ironing the husband's pants and making him a breakfast and having a hot homecooked dinner ready when he gets home" thing. It makes me feel great. *shrug* I'm a card carrying feminist person, me, and I figure as a feminist-type female-person, I fight for the right to get to do whatever makes me happy - martial arts or fencing or writing about Inappropriate Subjects or putting My Career First, or Birth Control and Reproductive Rights. But also Taking Care of the House, when that floats my boat. A feminism that says I'm not supposed to cook or sew just because some men expect some women to do those things irks me. My feminism says - if the guy wants to cook, sew, keep house, raise children - more power to him. If the guy wants to dress in bright colors and wear long hair and makeup cause all that makes him feel powerful and pretty and desirable, more power to him. And same deal, of course, for the girls.
And J. does the laundry and vacuums, because I *hate* those chores. I don't cook because I'm a wife - I cook and iron because I happen to LIKE cooking and ironing. The same reasons that I like learning how to toss people around with hip-throws or what have you. (Sorry for going on about this rather, but I've been taking a bit of flack for it from our friends around here lately.)
All right then. I cleaned the house yesterday, split pea soup has been prepped and simmered and is ready for dinner when I get home, and the mail was gone through and appropriate bills paid. I talked to my family members on the phone. I went to the farmer's market this morning and got apples and apple butter and potatoes (for the split pea soup) and some cute little acorn squash and some rolls to heat up and eat, all crusty, with the soup. I'm ready for the end of the day, when J. gets home - there will be soup and rolls and other good eats.
I'm such a wife. I totally dig on the whole "getting up and ironing the husband's pants and making him a breakfast and having a hot homecooked dinner ready when he gets home" thing. It makes me feel great. *shrug* I'm a card carrying feminist person, me, and I figure as a feminist-type female-person, I fight for the right to get to do whatever makes me happy - martial arts or fencing or writing about Inappropriate Subjects or putting My Career First, or Birth Control and Reproductive Rights. But also Taking Care of the House, when that floats my boat. A feminism that says I'm not supposed to cook or sew just because some men expect some women to do those things irks me. My feminism says - if the guy wants to cook, sew, keep house, raise children - more power to him. If the guy wants to dress in bright colors and wear long hair and makeup cause all that makes him feel powerful and pretty and desirable, more power to him. And same deal, of course, for the girls.
And J. does the laundry and vacuums, because I *hate* those chores. I don't cook because I'm a wife - I cook and iron because I happen to LIKE cooking and ironing. The same reasons that I like learning how to toss people around with hip-throws or what have you. (Sorry for going on about this rather, but I've been taking a bit of flack for it from our friends around here lately.)
