Kwizgiver is doing the interview meme, and I asked to play along.
The deal is that she gets to ask me five questions that I answer on my blog (though the number of questions is really pretty arbitrary – I’m not promising anything if you play along with me – you might get five questions, you might get three; it all depends). Anyone who wants to be interviewed by me needs to just say so in the comments, and I’ll send you questions you’ll answer on your blog (if you don’t have a blog (Hi, Dudley!), email your answers back to me and I’ll post ’em here). Get it? Okay, here we go:
1. If you could have an attendant (a chef, a butler/maid, a masseuse, a chauffeur) tend to you for one month, what would you choose and why?
I’d choose the maid, without question – though I’d want the person to be more of a housekeeper than a personal attendant. I can keep my house tidy with minimal effort, but the getting down to floor-washing and dusting and tub-scrubbing and window-cleaning sometimes gets to be a little more than I’m willing to do, regardless of how much those unattended things poke uncomfortably at my psyche. I’ve actually been considering having someone come in once a month, just to give my house a good scrubbing and keep the cobwebs at bay, but I don’t think I can justify the expense. Besides, I’m going to be unemployed in about 7 weeks; that’ll give me enough time to get to some of those chores, don’t you think?
2. If you could be in a movie, as a character or an extra, which movie would you want to be part of?
Oh, THIS is a hard one. There are so many movies that I love, but I don’t think I’d want to be part of the MOVIE so much as I’d want to be part of the STORY, you know what I mean? The first thing that came to mind was The Last Samurai, but that’s probably because there have been a lot of occasions where appropriate quotes from that film have popped into my everyday life. I wouldn’t have minded being an elf in Rivendell, though I’m WAY too short (and a little too round) to fit the physical description of a Tolkein elf. Of course, I wouldn’t mind being Will Smith’s love interest…
3. How does music provide the soundtrack to your life?
Most often, the soundtrack is completely enclosed within my own head, since it seems I rarely listen to music much anymore (which is something I’d really like to rectify…). As a matter of fact, I was JUST telling Kizz the other day that I think I might start posting little addendums to my blog entries, telling you all what songs are on the loop in my head for that day. Very often, I’m surprised by what gets in there – and HOW it gets in there. Today, for example, I’m replaying Perfect World by the Indigo Girls over and over (If you can’t see / beyond the myth of isolation / and the miracle of daybreak / doesn’t move you anymore…). Yesterday? It was Ghost Riders in the Sky by Johnny Cash. Don’t ask me; I don’t know.
4. What is your preferred method of communication–other than face to face?
I get a lot of text messages, and I like not only the immediacy of texting, but also the idea that someone can just whip out a quick “hey, I’m thinking about you” without having to get much more involved than that. Just the other day, for example, one of my LU students from last term texted me to say that he was studying rhetoric, and that he thought I’d get a kick out of that (and would I be available later in the semester if the rhetorical going got tough?). I love that a bunch of my far-away friends can just pop on to my phone and make me smile, and I adore being able to zip off unsolicited and unexpected love to my far-away friends whenever they pop into my heart. Oh, and I also love that nearly everyone who texts me does so in complete words. I’m fine with incomplete sentences or no punctuation, even, but shit like C-U-L8R makes me crazy; luckily, no one does that to me.
5. Is there anything particularly fun about raising girls?
I can’t speak for the raising of ALL girls (also, I have no boys to compare the girls to…), but I can speak with authority to what’s fun about raising Chili girls. For starters, these kids are, as we say around here, wicked smaht. I’m constantly astounded by the things they notice – and are able to articulate – about their world. Sometimes I wonder who’s learning more from whom. They’re willing to play along with me when I ask them to analyze situations (or books, or songs, or movies – THAT’S some kind of fun, let me tell you!). They’re growing into young women who know they have brains and who aren’t afraid to use them, and that tickles me. More than anything else, I feel my job is to teach them to get along in the world without me, and they seem right on track for being able to do just that when the time is right.
I’m also really jazzed about the fact that my relationships with my daughters have always been – and continue to be – strong and healthy and loving and solid, which is entirely UNlike my own experience growing up. My girls know who I am – I let them in – and I treat them with dignity and respect (though I don’t always get that back, but that’s more a consequence of developmental stages than a lasting trend, I think).
More than anything else, though, my girls have helped me define and solidify who I am. I know, in a way I never really understood before I had children, that what I DO is far more important than what I SAY. I’m living my life in such a way that my children will be proud of me (someday – I don’t think they get it now). My kids force me (in a good way) to be genuine and authentic. They keep me honest to my true self, and I love them for that.