I love daydreaming, researching, imagining, anticipating, and wondering about many things in my life, especially where I'll live next. In 2009, I went a little crazy with all the daydreaming, researching, imagining, anticipating, and wondering about where I'd be only to end up in the only country that I hoped I wouldn't be. In 2010, I reduced time spent daydreaming, researching, imagining, anticipating, and wondering about where to next but I still couldn't stay away from Tales from a Small Planet. This year I spent 1 month in Barbados and found myself pining for the opportunity to live there next despite knowing that lots of little [bureaucratic] miracles would need to take place to make that a remote possibility.
During my time in Barbados, however, I had a revelation that left a lasting impression on me. "I am here to fulfill one of my life's missions". Consuming my energy with thoughts of "where to next?" and "oh, how I wish" is a symptom of my failure to honor my purpose for being here and disregard the totality of my "failures", disappointments, triumphs, prayers, and general life experiences that prepared and led me to be here. I certainly want to end up in the best place for my family and me, but I no longer want to write the detailed prescription [even in my head] for the best place for me to be. And I certainly don't intend to endlessly daydream, research, imagine, anticipate, and wonder about the next place as I did in the recent past.
I'm looking forward to living where I'm needed most, where I'll be able to influence lasting, positive change, and where my family will thrive.
We're hanging out in la República Dominicana for the next couple of years.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
The Grass Always Seems Greener...
I've been writing this post in my head for at least the last three weeks and although I'm finally physically recording my thoughts, some of these ideas have been replaced by a new revelation that I'll discuss in a subsequent post.
I've been in Barbados for the past 4 weeks now and I must say that the grass surely looks greener on this side of the Caribbean when compared to Santo Domingo. This place is so amazing for so many reasons, but the #1 reason for my love of this country is the courtesy and respect that everyday Bajans (Barbadians) extend to each other and foreigners. The people are not particularly friendly; however, they are very respectful. This was evident on the bus with reggae music blasting as a passenger held my bag for me because I had to stand up and she figured it was a bit too heavy for me to hold. I noticed it when a lady carrying a young child stepped on a full bus and a man immediately jumped up so she could sit down and on a different bus when another man quickly offered his seat to an elderly woman. (It is important to note that the buses don't have signs instructing anyone to give up seats for parents or the elderly & this doesn't even happen in DC on the Metro.) It is obvious whenever I pause on the sidewalk and within seconds a car stops so I can cross the street and whenever a car waiting to join heavy traffic is allowed to turn in front of another vehicle stopped in traffic.
Barbados is clean and making real efforts to be green too. The beaches are clean and the water is so clear that I could even see the bottom of the seashore on starry nights. People, including the young, the lesser developed, non-turisty efforts, and those with little resources, put trash in the trash cans. Bajans take pride in their country and seem to make continuous efforts to keep it beautiful.
The crime rate is low. As I've passed numerous homes and several neighborhoods, even the ones with really humble surroundings, I can't help but notice the absence of bars on the windows. The buses are safe - this includes the official ones, semi-official ones, and independently operated taxi-vans. I was very grateful for the opportunity to use public transportation daily to get home from work and do some sightseeing without being harrassed or without having to argue about the price of a bus ride.
It's easy being comfortable in Barbados while walking at night or early morning to catch a sunrise on the beach.
The Beaches are absolutely AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL and PERFECT and FREE and within CLOSE PROXIMITY of anywhere you live. The Government has not sold rights to their natural, precious resources to any private developers so that everyday Bajans are excluded from enjoying them and tourists are paying exorbitant rates to enjoy them. The beaches are clean and there are no stray dogs roaming around. For those that know me well, I am uncomfortable around dogs (stray or not). If I lived here, my family and I could drive or catch the bus to a different beach every weekend and not spend more than 30 minutes to 1 hour traveling.
Barbados has all the foodstuff I need and a good variety of healthy foods that even my oldest son will eat. Although I'd have to pay a premium, I can walk into a few stores and purchase tofu, liquid amino acids, agave, Ezekiel bread, and sunflower seed butter. My oldest could eat all the oranges, apples, and grapefruit he wants. We'd have easy access to garam masala, curry, and roti, and other Indian products. My husband would be so grateful to have an abundance of fresh fish from the Caribbean sea sold at reasonable prices. We would be able to eat out once a month as a family thanks to the delicious, healthy, and affordable restaurants around. Ahhh...just imagining the possibilities makes my heart smile.
Although I could go on and on about how wonderful this place is, I'll stop harping on just how much greener the grass is after making this last point. Barbados is a place where brown and natural beauty is celebrated and the people seem proud of who they are. I have two children at critical ages where the broader society's and/or their peers' ideas about what beauty looks like and what is acceptable and preferred can impact their own self-image and self-esteem. I think my dark brown teenaged son could use the boost that living among people who are okay with the skin they're in, especially after confronting insulting references to his skin color from Dominican classmates on a fairly regular basis. I would love for my 4 yr. old little girl to be immersed in a society where most little girls and big girls dress demurely; where two-strand twists, locks, kinky curls, and cornrows reign; and most teenagers and women keep make-up to a minimum. And finally, I would love getting my hair done professionally by people that know how to take care of unprocessed hair.
Despite the 1 million reasons I can list supporting my preference for Barbados over the Dominican Republic, I will return to my Dominican reality tomorrow. I will no longer daydream about moving my family to Barbados and I will make the most of each day in Santo Domingo.
The grass may seem greener in Barbados today, but I acknowledge that:
- An abundance of fruit and veggies grow in the DR and are available at reasonable prices. (In Barbados, the fruit is imported from the US and Chile and super expensive)
- Better English language opportunities are available for Dear Hubby
- My children are immersed in a culture distinctly different from ours that will expand their worldview much more so than it would in Barbados
- Acquiring Spanish as a second language (especially since it's the 2nd language in our home given Dear Hubby's Colombian roots) is so much easier than it is in Barbados
- The DR, not Barbados, is where I'm supposed to be now. It's where my Dear Hubby, N. David, and I are supposed to learn some important life lessons. It's where we are all progressing and being nurtured and prepared by those around us to meet different challenges in the future.
I've been in Barbados for the past 4 weeks now and I must say that the grass surely looks greener on this side of the Caribbean when compared to Santo Domingo. This place is so amazing for so many reasons, but the #1 reason for my love of this country is the courtesy and respect that everyday Bajans (Barbadians) extend to each other and foreigners. The people are not particularly friendly; however, they are very respectful. This was evident on the bus with reggae music blasting as a passenger held my bag for me because I had to stand up and she figured it was a bit too heavy for me to hold. I noticed it when a lady carrying a young child stepped on a full bus and a man immediately jumped up so she could sit down and on a different bus when another man quickly offered his seat to an elderly woman. (It is important to note that the buses don't have signs instructing anyone to give up seats for parents or the elderly & this doesn't even happen in DC on the Metro.) It is obvious whenever I pause on the sidewalk and within seconds a car stops so I can cross the street and whenever a car waiting to join heavy traffic is allowed to turn in front of another vehicle stopped in traffic.
Barbados is clean and making real efforts to be green too. The beaches are clean and the water is so clear that I could even see the bottom of the seashore on starry nights. People, including the young, the lesser developed, non-turisty efforts, and those with little resources, put trash in the trash cans. Bajans take pride in their country and seem to make continuous efforts to keep it beautiful.
The crime rate is low. As I've passed numerous homes and several neighborhoods, even the ones with really humble surroundings, I can't help but notice the absence of bars on the windows. The buses are safe - this includes the official ones, semi-official ones, and independently operated taxi-vans. I was very grateful for the opportunity to use public transportation daily to get home from work and do some sightseeing without being harrassed or without having to argue about the price of a bus ride.
It's easy being comfortable in Barbados while walking at night or early morning to catch a sunrise on the beach.
The Beaches are absolutely AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL and PERFECT and FREE and within CLOSE PROXIMITY of anywhere you live. The Government has not sold rights to their natural, precious resources to any private developers so that everyday Bajans are excluded from enjoying them and tourists are paying exorbitant rates to enjoy them. The beaches are clean and there are no stray dogs roaming around. For those that know me well, I am uncomfortable around dogs (stray or not). If I lived here, my family and I could drive or catch the bus to a different beach every weekend and not spend more than 30 minutes to 1 hour traveling.
Barbados has all the foodstuff I need and a good variety of healthy foods that even my oldest son will eat. Although I'd have to pay a premium, I can walk into a few stores and purchase tofu, liquid amino acids, agave, Ezekiel bread, and sunflower seed butter. My oldest could eat all the oranges, apples, and grapefruit he wants. We'd have easy access to garam masala, curry, and roti, and other Indian products. My husband would be so grateful to have an abundance of fresh fish from the Caribbean sea sold at reasonable prices. We would be able to eat out once a month as a family thanks to the delicious, healthy, and affordable restaurants around. Ahhh...just imagining the possibilities makes my heart smile.
Although I could go on and on about how wonderful this place is, I'll stop harping on just how much greener the grass is after making this last point. Barbados is a place where brown and natural beauty is celebrated and the people seem proud of who they are. I have two children at critical ages where the broader society's and/or their peers' ideas about what beauty looks like and what is acceptable and preferred can impact their own self-image and self-esteem. I think my dark brown teenaged son could use the boost that living among people who are okay with the skin they're in, especially after confronting insulting references to his skin color from Dominican classmates on a fairly regular basis. I would love for my 4 yr. old little girl to be immersed in a society where most little girls and big girls dress demurely; where two-strand twists, locks, kinky curls, and cornrows reign; and most teenagers and women keep make-up to a minimum. And finally, I would love getting my hair done professionally by people that know how to take care of unprocessed hair.
Despite the 1 million reasons I can list supporting my preference for Barbados over the Dominican Republic, I will return to my Dominican reality tomorrow. I will no longer daydream about moving my family to Barbados and I will make the most of each day in Santo Domingo.
The grass may seem greener in Barbados today, but I acknowledge that:
- An abundance of fruit and veggies grow in the DR and are available at reasonable prices. (In Barbados, the fruit is imported from the US and Chile and super expensive)
- Better English language opportunities are available for Dear Hubby
- My children are immersed in a culture distinctly different from ours that will expand their worldview much more so than it would in Barbados
- Acquiring Spanish as a second language (especially since it's the 2nd language in our home given Dear Hubby's Colombian roots) is so much easier than it is in Barbados
- The DR, not Barbados, is where I'm supposed to be now. It's where my Dear Hubby, N. David, and I are supposed to learn some important life lessons. It's where we are all progressing and being nurtured and prepared by those around us to meet different challenges in the future.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Lizards - A True Sign of Progress
In general I do not feel comfortable with animals other than homosapiens or fish sharing the same space with me. I really despise rodents of any kind and after living in the wrong place in Washington, DC for a year, I am absolutely traumatized by the sight of mice and rats.
When I lived in Belize City, the first place I landed outside of the U.S., I was scared of the Geckos that stayed in my house on the wall near the ceiling. Although the Belizeans said it was good luck to have them in the house, I never felt lucky at all.
Fast forward 10+ years and I am actually comfortable with the lizards and geckos living in our house. I'm very proud of myself for this "progress" because eventually I may come face to face with a greater variety of wildlife. Although I want to pat myself on the back, I'm not so sure I deserve it because my comfort level with the lizards and geckos is likely due to the fact that I'm SO RELIEVED and HAPPY that we don't contend with mice and rats. There are enough of them in this city and some have even shown up at the big boss' home, but they don't live HERE - thank Goodness.
My sister is here visiting though and although she's hung out in Senegal and Haiti, she didn't take it so well when one of the lizards planted itself in her room. I took several pictures of it on her suitcase, on the wall, and on the floor. My niece, sis and children Z. Mulenga and K. Amiri were quite scared but I just kept clicking away in my brand new bravery!
When I lived in Belize City, the first place I landed outside of the U.S., I was scared of the Geckos that stayed in my house on the wall near the ceiling. Although the Belizeans said it was good luck to have them in the house, I never felt lucky at all.
Fast forward 10+ years and I am actually comfortable with the lizards and geckos living in our house. I'm very proud of myself for this "progress" because eventually I may come face to face with a greater variety of wildlife. Although I want to pat myself on the back, I'm not so sure I deserve it because my comfort level with the lizards and geckos is likely due to the fact that I'm SO RELIEVED and HAPPY that we don't contend with mice and rats. There are enough of them in this city and some have even shown up at the big boss' home, but they don't live HERE - thank Goodness.
My sister is here visiting though and although she's hung out in Senegal and Haiti, she didn't take it so well when one of the lizards planted itself in her room. I took several pictures of it on her suitcase, on the wall, and on the floor. My niece, sis and children Z. Mulenga and K. Amiri were quite scared but I just kept clicking away in my brand new bravery!
Thursday, February 17, 2011
On-Duty and In Uniform 24/7
"I want to pass a law prohibiting that." - Dear Hubby (after watching a nanny dressed in a pinstriped uniform ushering two young children into the movie theater as they walked behind their mother and father)
Admittedly, I don't quite understand the nanny thing all day every day. I have my own feelings about it and just like there are inherently governmental functions that government employees perform, I think there are inherently parental functions that parents should perform when they aren't at work or taking a sanity break. The point of this post, however, is not to debate having a nanny or not.
I just want to express my not-so-humble opinion that it is absolutely unnecessary to have a nanny/maid dressed in full uniform OUT IN PUBLIC! In the DR, Nannies in Uniform are sighted everywhere - at my daughter's afterschool parent-child events, the mall, the movie theater, the aquarium, dropping the kids off at school, picking the kids up from school, outside at the Malecón (open space with restaurants, loud music, and families just hanging out by the sea). The only place I haven't seen nannies yet is at the beach, but I'm willing to bet there are Dominicans demanding that their nannies don their nanny swimsuits too.
Dear Hubby and I are always trying to figure out if they have to remain in uniform so that the line between family member and household help is obvious to outsiders or because it is a status symbol to have someone else running around after your kids in public places while you're standing by looking pretty.
At any rate, my not-so-humble opinion is that if you have a nanny who lives with you and tags along to EVERY SINGLE PUBLIC PLACE with you and attends all your child's school events and parent-teacher conferences, etc., then that person is essentially an extended member of the family. Why can't this extended member of the family who cares for your children be afforded the opportunity to dress in street clothes whenever out at the mall, movies, restaurants, school, or IKEA? If it's so important for others to know that they are not IN your family, give them name tags instead.
Full Disclosure: I know that Nannies are necessary for some families and I, too, enjoy the assistance of someone else on a regular basis. I haven't had to wash or comb my daughter's thick, curly, and often-tangled hair in months and I don't ever want to do it again because it's a big, 2 hour fight each time. My stomach just turns when I see nannies doing it all (all the time) and doing it in uniform.
Admittedly, I don't quite understand the nanny thing all day every day. I have my own feelings about it and just like there are inherently governmental functions that government employees perform, I think there are inherently parental functions that parents should perform when they aren't at work or taking a sanity break. The point of this post, however, is not to debate having a nanny or not.
I just want to express my not-so-humble opinion that it is absolutely unnecessary to have a nanny/maid dressed in full uniform OUT IN PUBLIC! In the DR, Nannies in Uniform are sighted everywhere - at my daughter's afterschool parent-child events, the mall, the movie theater, the aquarium, dropping the kids off at school, picking the kids up from school, outside at the Malecón (open space with restaurants, loud music, and families just hanging out by the sea). The only place I haven't seen nannies yet is at the beach, but I'm willing to bet there are Dominicans demanding that their nannies don their nanny swimsuits too.
Dear Hubby and I are always trying to figure out if they have to remain in uniform so that the line between family member and household help is obvious to outsiders or because it is a status symbol to have someone else running around after your kids in public places while you're standing by looking pretty.
At any rate, my not-so-humble opinion is that if you have a nanny who lives with you and tags along to EVERY SINGLE PUBLIC PLACE with you and attends all your child's school events and parent-teacher conferences, etc., then that person is essentially an extended member of the family. Why can't this extended member of the family who cares for your children be afforded the opportunity to dress in street clothes whenever out at the mall, movies, restaurants, school, or IKEA? If it's so important for others to know that they are not IN your family, give them name tags instead.
Full Disclosure: I know that Nannies are necessary for some families and I, too, enjoy the assistance of someone else on a regular basis. I haven't had to wash or comb my daughter's thick, curly, and often-tangled hair in months and I don't ever want to do it again because it's a big, 2 hour fight each time. My stomach just turns when I see nannies doing it all (all the time) and doing it in uniform.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
We Gonna Fight for Our Right to....PARENT???
It's so funny how I used to have this idea that international schools or American schools overseas were going to be the solution to some of my problems in cookie-cutter US public high schools. I had this fairytale idea that a smaller, diverse student body in a private school would translate into my children getting the individual attention necessary, an expanded frame of reference, and an incredibly positive academic experience. My child certainly does have an ever-expanding worldview; however, the experience has not been quite as positive as I'd like it to be.
This Tuesday I left work early to meet with a problematic algebra teacher and the high school supervisor about N. David's performance in class and my need to stay involved and informed (translation my need to receive copies of the quizzes and tests after they are taken). Unfortunately, the algebra teacher had to miss the meeting (2nd missed opportunity) and the secretary forgot to mention that to me before I left work.
BUT
One hour later after waiting for the supervisor who apparently forgot we had a meeting, I was able to express my concerns for a 3rd time and in person. During our meeting, the supervisor reiterated to me 3 times that it is the policy of the math teacher to NOT send home chapter tests or the semester test because he analyzes the class' performance on the test by noting questions missed by multiple people. He is unable to send the tests home and have the parents return them, because they never get returned. I can make a bi-weekly appointment to VIEW the tests only.
This explanation can be likened to sour grapes, so during her third explanation I explained to her (a bit more emotionally than I would have liked to and certainly more than my dear hubby could take) that I am my child's parent and I have a right to see my child's quizzes and tests and I need to have them at home with me so we can go over what he missed together. The school is not free and it is unacceptable to lock parents out of their children's education since parents are partially responsible for their children's education. I have never in all my years of attending school or in the previous years of N. David's schooling EVER ENCOUNTERED SUCH RESISTANCE FROM A TEACHER!
Thankfully, the supervisor remained calm but not so thankfully she attempted to repeat the SAME explanation to me a 4th time.
UNACCEPTABLE! Period.
She offered to make copies of the quizzes for me so I can have those. She told me my child receives a study guide before the test and that should be enough for me or anyone else who is hired to help him with his algebra.
I NEED A COPY OF THE TESTS TOO. I Will not be cut out of my child's educational experience like this! Señor Perez should not be the only control point of my child's experience with algebra. Not this man who sarcastically asked my child, "Why? Is she your personal tutor or something?" in response to N. David requesting to take a copy of his failed test home to his mom. Señor PEREZ completely marked a question WRONG on a show your work test that was not completely wrong. Señor Perez does not return my phone calls! And Señor Perez had the audacity to tell me he thought my son only cared about music and he was surprised that he was an Honors student before. THIS is WHO I should feel comfortable with teaching my child? The ONLY teacher who hasn't taken the time to meet me and the ONLY one who doesn't have a way to communicate with me outside of the very disorganized communication system in this school. Again - I think NOT.
It cannot Be.
So, she offered to make copies of all quizzes and tests and dear hubby will pick them up. She also thinks Mr. Perez and I need to meet. You think so?
I have never, ever been a parent ready to fight the teacher or principal - and actually I've been the exact opposite in the past, which has not been so good for my son. But, this school and this experience with the Algebra teacher took the cake for me. Algebra is such a critical subject for him to master to ensure success in future math and science courses. My experience with this teacher has been so negative that I am not renewing my son's registration until I KNOW for SURE that he will not be teaching Geometry next year.
I should not have to struggle to be involved in my child's education and stay abreast of his progress. In so many schools across the U.S., teachers are begging parents to care about their kids academic success and show up to parent-teacher conferences. Sadly in the DR, in this school, no other parent of Señor Perez' other algebra students seem to be aware of what's missing and what I see as a fundamental right and responsibility of parents.
This Tuesday I left work early to meet with a problematic algebra teacher and the high school supervisor about N. David's performance in class and my need to stay involved and informed (translation my need to receive copies of the quizzes and tests after they are taken). Unfortunately, the algebra teacher had to miss the meeting (2nd missed opportunity) and the secretary forgot to mention that to me before I left work.
BUT
One hour later after waiting for the supervisor who apparently forgot we had a meeting, I was able to express my concerns for a 3rd time and in person. During our meeting, the supervisor reiterated to me 3 times that it is the policy of the math teacher to NOT send home chapter tests or the semester test because he analyzes the class' performance on the test by noting questions missed by multiple people. He is unable to send the tests home and have the parents return them, because they never get returned. I can make a bi-weekly appointment to VIEW the tests only.
This explanation can be likened to sour grapes, so during her third explanation I explained to her (a bit more emotionally than I would have liked to and certainly more than my dear hubby could take) that I am my child's parent and I have a right to see my child's quizzes and tests and I need to have them at home with me so we can go over what he missed together. The school is not free and it is unacceptable to lock parents out of their children's education since parents are partially responsible for their children's education. I have never in all my years of attending school or in the previous years of N. David's schooling EVER ENCOUNTERED SUCH RESISTANCE FROM A TEACHER!
Thankfully, the supervisor remained calm but not so thankfully she attempted to repeat the SAME explanation to me a 4th time.
UNACCEPTABLE! Period.
She offered to make copies of the quizzes for me so I can have those. She told me my child receives a study guide before the test and that should be enough for me or anyone else who is hired to help him with his algebra.
I NEED A COPY OF THE TESTS TOO. I Will not be cut out of my child's educational experience like this! Señor Perez should not be the only control point of my child's experience with algebra. Not this man who sarcastically asked my child, "Why? Is she your personal tutor or something?" in response to N. David requesting to take a copy of his failed test home to his mom. Señor PEREZ completely marked a question WRONG on a show your work test that was not completely wrong. Señor Perez does not return my phone calls! And Señor Perez had the audacity to tell me he thought my son only cared about music and he was surprised that he was an Honors student before. THIS is WHO I should feel comfortable with teaching my child? The ONLY teacher who hasn't taken the time to meet me and the ONLY one who doesn't have a way to communicate with me outside of the very disorganized communication system in this school. Again - I think NOT.
It cannot Be.
So, she offered to make copies of all quizzes and tests and dear hubby will pick them up. She also thinks Mr. Perez and I need to meet. You think so?
I have never, ever been a parent ready to fight the teacher or principal - and actually I've been the exact opposite in the past, which has not been so good for my son. But, this school and this experience with the Algebra teacher took the cake for me. Algebra is such a critical subject for him to master to ensure success in future math and science courses. My experience with this teacher has been so negative that I am not renewing my son's registration until I KNOW for SURE that he will not be teaching Geometry next year.
I should not have to struggle to be involved in my child's education and stay abreast of his progress. In so many schools across the U.S., teachers are begging parents to care about their kids academic success and show up to parent-teacher conferences. Sadly in the DR, in this school, no other parent of Señor Perez' other algebra students seem to be aware of what's missing and what I see as a fundamental right and responsibility of parents.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Oh How I Miss Thee
Although I'm happy to live in the DR working in my dream job, I definitely miss some things about home. I've spent the last week in DC for training and although this is my 2nd trip back home, it is my first time really feeling like there is alot that I forgo by living in Santo Domingo. Below is my list:
1. Being able to eat at a Thai, Indian, Ethiopian, Mexican, or Ghanian restaurant. I had Ethiopian food on U street last night and the restaurant was crowded and the food was delicious.
2. Being in a diverse environment where everyone's diverse interests can be accommodated in one place or another. The restaurant last night was filled with mostly non-Ethiopians and women and men of an array of backgrounds.
3. Walking home from the metro at night without feeling unsafe.
4. Drinking water with lemon at a restaurant without a. having to pay for it and b. worrying about getting sick from drinking it.
5. Friends and family members.
6. Traffic rules and people that follow them although the people in DC do push the limits.
7. Safe public transit.
8. Libraries.
9. Children's programs - theater, storytime, art museums
10. Free Museums.
11. Clean bathrooms.
12. Fresh baked whole-grain bread.
13. Selecting restaurants without being concerned about hepatitis or cholera.
14. Health food grocery stores.
15. Variety of products without chemicals for my hair and skin.
16. Blueberries.
17. Clean streets.
18. Regular trash pick-up.
19. Being surrounded by women with natural hair and not being the anomaly.
20. Carpet.
1. Being able to eat at a Thai, Indian, Ethiopian, Mexican, or Ghanian restaurant. I had Ethiopian food on U street last night and the restaurant was crowded and the food was delicious.
2. Being in a diverse environment where everyone's diverse interests can be accommodated in one place or another. The restaurant last night was filled with mostly non-Ethiopians and women and men of an array of backgrounds.
3. Walking home from the metro at night without feeling unsafe.
4. Drinking water with lemon at a restaurant without a. having to pay for it and b. worrying about getting sick from drinking it.
5. Friends and family members.
6. Traffic rules and people that follow them although the people in DC do push the limits.
7. Safe public transit.
8. Libraries.
9. Children's programs - theater, storytime, art museums
10. Free Museums.
11. Clean bathrooms.
12. Fresh baked whole-grain bread.
13. Selecting restaurants without being concerned about hepatitis or cholera.
14. Health food grocery stores.
15. Variety of products without chemicals for my hair and skin.
16. Blueberries.
17. Clean streets.
18. Regular trash pick-up.
19. Being surrounded by women with natural hair and not being the anomaly.
20. Carpet.
Monday, January 17, 2011
A Day ON, Not a Day Off
Today I celebrated Martin Luther King, Jr.'s life by giving to my community. I've wanted to do more than just sit around the house with the kids for a few years now, but two children two years apart, a teenager, and a husband who used to work on a schedule different from mine had me a bit worn out for the past few years.
We have a multi-use community park near our home. It includes a measured "track" that walkers and joggers use, a playground, and an outdoor stage with bleacher-style concrete seats. Unfortunately, the park is trashed almost nightly by people who drink their alcohol and leave the bottles and cans and the families that eat ice cream or pizza and leave the wrappers, napkins, popsicle sticks, and boxes behind. Every morning, however, a couple of people are paid to pick up the trash and sweep the sidewalks and random citizens looking to recycle glass bottles stop by to collect bottles that are still in tact. Despite the daily clean-up effort, the playground is never cleaned. The trash remains and the equipment is pretty filthy.
My children like to play at the playground, but one of the measures listed to prevent the spread of cholera (a new problem in the DR) is to avoid playgrounds. Although I'd be happy to avoid the playground, my young children wouldn't be so happy. This morning I had both the energy and will to clean up the playground, especially after my housekeeper came in talking about what she heard about MLK on T.V. last night. I took my rubber gloves, a bottle of bleach, bucket, and sponge and went to work. Ground water is available from various spouts around the park so I was able to wipe down the playground equipment and pick up the trash.
Afterward, the lady that was cleaning the rest of the park asked me if I am having a party at the playground. I told her no - I just wanted to disinfect it since I doubt it's ever been cleaned in the 4+ years since the park has been in the area. I then shared with her that today we celebrate MLK's birthday in the U.S. and our president suggests that community service is a good way to honor Dr. King's memory.
The most important point of this post is that IT...FELT...SOOOOO...GOOOOOD to actually get up and DO something about a problem and help meet a need instead of sitting down and mulling over the issue, pontificating about how my fellow Dominicans need to respect their environment and put trash where it belongs, and sitting comfortably in my home thinking about how dirty that playground is.
We have a multi-use community park near our home. It includes a measured "track" that walkers and joggers use, a playground, and an outdoor stage with bleacher-style concrete seats. Unfortunately, the park is trashed almost nightly by people who drink their alcohol and leave the bottles and cans and the families that eat ice cream or pizza and leave the wrappers, napkins, popsicle sticks, and boxes behind. Every morning, however, a couple of people are paid to pick up the trash and sweep the sidewalks and random citizens looking to recycle glass bottles stop by to collect bottles that are still in tact. Despite the daily clean-up effort, the playground is never cleaned. The trash remains and the equipment is pretty filthy.
My children like to play at the playground, but one of the measures listed to prevent the spread of cholera (a new problem in the DR) is to avoid playgrounds. Although I'd be happy to avoid the playground, my young children wouldn't be so happy. This morning I had both the energy and will to clean up the playground, especially after my housekeeper came in talking about what she heard about MLK on T.V. last night. I took my rubber gloves, a bottle of bleach, bucket, and sponge and went to work. Ground water is available from various spouts around the park so I was able to wipe down the playground equipment and pick up the trash.
Afterward, the lady that was cleaning the rest of the park asked me if I am having a party at the playground. I told her no - I just wanted to disinfect it since I doubt it's ever been cleaned in the 4+ years since the park has been in the area. I then shared with her that today we celebrate MLK's birthday in the U.S. and our president suggests that community service is a good way to honor Dr. King's memory.
The most important point of this post is that IT...FELT...SOOOOO...GOOOOOD to actually get up and DO something about a problem and help meet a need instead of sitting down and mulling over the issue, pontificating about how my fellow Dominicans need to respect their environment and put trash where it belongs, and sitting comfortably in my home thinking about how dirty that playground is.
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