Last week was kind of a quiet week, but still had some nice moments. My cousin was in town and I had a good time hanging out with her. We didn’t do anything touristy, just folded her into the usual household chaos. On Tuesday she drove the 5 year old to school so I was able to bike to school with the 8 year old. After we met my cousin at the school, she put both my bike and the 8 year old’s bike in her car and we went to a yoga class. My cousin is really good at finding fitness classes wherever she goes – she’s a bit of a digital nomad and is always travelling – she goes to Barcelona next. She found a nearby yoga studio that had a free first class offer so we signed up for a yoga core class. I was a little leery about that “core” part going in, but the class turned out to be super gentle. Maybe too gentle? But it was very relaxing.
Last week was also Back To School Night for the elementary school kids. I used to always skip Back to School Night when the oldest was in elementary school. her school was 30 minutes away and to trek up there didn’t feel worth it to me. I will say, I prefer the middle school back to school night to the elementary school one. In middle school we get to go class to class – it’s a little like human Frogger. In elementary school, the teacher gets 45 minutes, and we all sit there. I feel simultaneously bombarded with information and at the same time unaware of what my kids’ classes will be like. But still, it was nice seeing the kid’s classroom.
The weekend that followed was a very full weekend for us, but all good things. Saturday we had voice lessons for the 13 year old, a kids’ birthday party to go to, a soccer game for the 8 year old, and 5 year old and I had our first tap class, then I went to work and the Husband took the two big kids to church in the afternoon. Writing it all out, it seems like a lot, but I feel like everything flowed into one another and the Husband and I took on separate kid events. The birthday party was at a neighbor’s house, so we actually sent the 8 and 5 year old over by themselves so that I could mow the front lawn before heading over myself. I love that we are at the age of drop off birthday parties. I do like talking to other parents, but it sometimes feels as if we are constantly going to birthday parties, so it’s nice when we can just drop and go on with our lives for a little bit.
For sure tap class was a highlight. Tap class was LOUD, first of all. I should have expected that, but I was unprepared for how the room reverberates from movement and sound waves. There is something really fun about being able to make all that noise. I don’t know how much technique we’ll learn – the class is more like one of those Parent and Me music classes where the goal is just to get the kids to move. The instructor taught us a few ways to make noise with our feet and then we danced in circles and then in lines and did lots of twirling and pretending that we were rabbits and jumping across the room. There were a few parents that clearly knew what they were doing, and I felt very self conscious about not knowing what I was doing, but I’m going to try to get over that.
After class, I had to work, covering a chorus music rehearsal – this is where the chorus learns the music, so it’s a pretty hands off rehearsal for me. I mostly go to check attendance and make sure everyone gets the breaks they are owed per union contract. The tap studio is in the same building as the one we rehearse in, so the 5 year old tagged along with me to work, rather than me having to rush her home and then come back. Having her at work was kind of fun. She helped me call break warnings to the chorus: “Two minutes left in the break!” She was surprisingly loud. I had to do some paperwork while the chorus was learning their music, so the five year old did some collage projects with old magazines and had some hot chocolate that we had in the office.
Once I got off work, we headed over to our friends’ house. These were the same friends who had the birthday party earlier. I had felt bad leaving the party early to go to tap class, but our friends said to come over in the evening after work – they had rented a bounce house for the party and it wasn’t going to get picked up until 7pm, so the party was going to continue. The Husband met me there, and he had picked up dinner at a fried chicken and BBQ place. One annoying thing is that our order was missing things, but the restaurant is so far away it wasn’t worth going back – I’ve written to them to see if we can get our money back, but haven’t heard from them. So irksome. But the food was tasty. We stayed at our friend’s house until it was time to put the kids to bed and then headed home.
Sunday, we went contra dancing in the afternoon. The few dances we’ve been to lately have been at the Civic Center, but this Sunday dance was at the Spanish Ballroom at Glen Echo Park, where the Husband and I met. Back before the pandemic there were two contra dances a week at Glen Echo – one of Friday night and one on Sunday night. I think after COVID they went down to just the Friday night dance, but now a monthly Sunday afternoon dance has been added. I really like the Sunday afternoon time slot – we can take the kids and stay for most of the dance without worrying about bedtime or the kids having an exhausted meltdown. If the kids don’t feel like dancing they can go to the playground next to the ballroom and play there while the Husband and I dance. On Sunday, the 13 year old danced maybe four dances and the 5 and 8 year olds did two or three. During the waltz, all three kids made up some kind of dance and twirled each other around the dance floor. I had originally thought we would only stay until 5:00pm, but we ended up staying and dancing all but the last contra dance – it was a lot of fun – the music was hot (I had been skeptical because the band had a flute and a flue is not something I associate with contra dance music), the people were friendly, and the dancing was fast and flowing.
How do you answer “What do you do?” Between parties and the start of school, I feel like I’ve met lots of new people lately. Perhaps this is a very DC type of thing, but the instinct is always to ask (or be asked), “What do you do?” It’s kind of a fraught question these days, to be honest. I just never know if someone is a federal employee who has just lost their job or what. Anyhow, “What do you do?” has been on my mind a lot recently, and I’m reminded of something I heard once (maybe it was a Ted Talk or a podcast, I’m sorry I can’t remember) where this phrase was offered as a way to answer the dreaded questions: “I help X do Y.”
There is something I really love about that framing – it opens up so many possibilities to be descriptive and to really get to the heart of how I spend my time at work. I’ve been thinking of ways to answer “what do you do?” with that phrasing. Some things I’ve come up with something to say instead of saying, “I’m an opera stage manager.”
On a macro level: “I help people tell stories onstage.”
Or on an even bigger picture level: “I help people experience emotions through art.”
On a micro level: “I help singers know when to go out onstage.” “I help a director’s vision for a show come to life” “I help union members get their required break.” “I help technical departments know what’s going on in the rehearsal room.”
Of course, it’s not all about the work I get paid for either…
“I help my kids grow up to not be assholes.” Or at least I try.
There is something slightly self-effacing about this approach, to be sure. Sometime I think, “If I were a man, would I phrase my job as one of assisting rather than of being the main event?” But I also think that by seeing where I fit in the bigger picture of what my organization does, seeing my job as a facilitator of dreams and expression – I think that is a very grounding idea to keep in mind, especially these days. There are definitely days at work when I cling hard to the belief that telling stories onstage, providing a place for people to be immersed in music and escape the real world for a couple hours – that this is worthwhile work. Granted, on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs opera/music/art is hardly the base of the triangle, but don’t you think that in America of 2025 we should be able to aspire to the top of Maslow’s pyramid?
Back to answering “What do you do?” Another way I read lately to approach the question is to say, “You know how [thing that happens]? Well I [whatever part I play in the process]”
So for me, that might be: “You know how when you go to a show and the scenery moves or the lights change colours? Well, I’m the person who tells the stage crew when to make those things happen.” Or “You know when you go see a play and a character pulls a book out of a pocket? Well I’m the one who tells the costume shop which pocket the book comes from and how big the book is.” I like this idea of taking something that might be a common experience for every one and give people a behind the scenes view. I think we all do things – in work, in life – that are out of the public eye, or that might not be interesting to other people in the minutia of detail, but when seen in the context of something people are familiar with, the minutia of our job feels illuminating.
But all that to say – I’ve been trying to avoid asking the dreaded “What do you do?” question when I meet new people. To be honest I’m struggling a little with how to initiate conversations instead. Sometimes I ask where people grew up/ if they are from the area and see where the conversation goes from there.
I’m going to leave you with this bit of found poetry – the 5 year old loves to open up a note on my iPad and draw. Lately she also has realized that if you type in a letter or two, the iPad will automatically suggest a couple words. I mean she can’t read yet, so she is just choosing words at random from the suggested ones. Here is her opus. I can’t help but to think there is something worth embracing there:
Grateful For:
-A surprise half day with the kids and being available to pick up the kids early unexpectedly. On Monday the water main at the elementary school broke and the Principal sent an email at 12:50pm saying that the students would be dismissed at 1:20pm. Luckily my kids took the bus home, because from what I understand, pick up at the school was chaotic. I’m glad I didn’t have to battle the lines of people trying to find the kids they were supposed to pick up. I know a lot of parents just couldn’t pick up their kid with such a late notice for the early closure, so I’m glad I wasn’t working that day. At any rate, I had a bonus half day with the kids thanks to the water main break. We went to the library and then we went to Hmart, where the K-pop Demon Hunters soundtrack was on shuffle repeat much to the delight of the kids who started dancing in the aisle. Good thing HMart wasn’t too crowded at 2:30pm on a Monday.
-Discount bananas. There were bags of ripe bananas at the grocery store being sold for $2.99/ bag, so I grabbed a bag and turned them into banana chocolate chip muffins. I used this recipe from the NY Times and the streusel crumb topping really made this muffin sing. (If you make the recipe, I only used half a cup of sugar and the muffins still came out plenty sweet.)
-That it is still light in the morning. Granted the days are getting shorter, but I’m grateful that it is still light at 6:45am when I get up.
-Bike trails all the way to school.
-The bushes of Sweet Autumn Clematis that I walk by on the way to the bus stop. The smell so sweet, a nice pick me up reminder to breathe. Also grateful for the Seek app that identified the plant for me.
-People who are kind to my kids and make them feel welcome. Two things happened last week that made me grateful for people who accept kids as part of the fabric of life. When I had to have the 5 year old tag along to work, the chorus was all super nice to her. And when she announced the end of the break in her surprisingly loud voice, the chorus gave her a huge round of applause. Then at the contra dance, everyone was really kind to the kids. The two little kids like to dance as one person, three legged race style – which I’m sure can be annoying because in addition to having an extra body to navigate, the kids don’t always know how to follow the call. But I had a few people come up to us and say how wonderful it was to see kids at the contra dance, so I’m really grateful their presence was accepted and even celebrated. It could have been just as easy for people to be annoyed at the presence of my kids but they weren’t.
-A little bit of rain and the cooler weather that it brought.
-Fresh basil. I fear that summer is coming to a close and our days of fresh basil might be numbered. I will savor it while I can, though.
Looking Forward To:
-The 5 year old’s birthday party. We’re having just a handful of kids to play in the park and decorate cookies. We’ve ordered pretzels and we’ll have croissants and fruit and cake and maybe a charcuterie plate. It’s a morning party, so we’re not ordering pizza – I’m a little afraid I might get flamed for not having pizza. Pizza seems like such a staple of a kids’ party. But the party is from 10a-11:30am, so I thought to do more of a breakfast theme.
-Contra dance in Shepherdstown, WV. The Husband met someone at the Sunday dance who runs the contradance in Shepherdstown, WV and so we’ve decided to go for their dance in October. He’s paired it with an afternoon of hiking because I was lamenting that I haven’t been hiking in quite a while. It seems like an ambitious afternoon/ evening, but I’m excited to try.
-This is far into the future, but I’m looking forward to one day having shade. A few years ago, the county cut down a tree in our that strip of grass in front of our house between the sidewalk and the street. (What is that slice of grass called anyway? Google has soooo many words for it – verge, parkway, right of way, hellstrip??? This seems like a good summary.) And then about a year or so later they planted a tree. A little tiny tree. I look forward to the day that the tree is not so tiny and there is once again shade under which to park my car. Of course I guess that also means bird poop on my car too….
-Just started listening to this – I wanted a nice cozy listen and this is fitting the bill so far:
What We Ate:
Monday – Coq au Vin in the Instant Pot. The 8 year old LOVES this recipe from the Good Housekeeping InstantPot book. The rest of the family could take or leave it. But it makes him so happy so I make it for him two or three times a year.
Tuesday – Crispy tofu tacos with black beans. Recipe from NY Times Cooking. These were very delicious. I made extra beans and had bean and cheese burritos for lunch the rest of the week. Vegan. (except the kids slathered their tacos in sour cream.)
Wednesday – Pasta with sauteed zucchini and spinach. This was Back To School Night and we had meant to order pizza because the neighbor’s kids were going to come over and the 13 year old was going to watch them while the parents went to back to school night. But at the last minute they didn’t have to come over so I decided not to spend money on pizza and made a catch all pasta with veggies that were leftover in the fridge. It was quite tasty.
Thursday – The 13 year old’s day to cook. She made cod baked in foil and roasted potatoes.
Friday – pizza (take out) and movie night. I think the family watched the Lego movie. Again.
Saturday – Fried Chicken Carryout at our neighbor’s house.
Sunday – tortellini with marinara sauce and fresh pesto. Steamed green beans on the side. Easy and filling supper to throw together after getting home from the dance.
I seem to be a bit behind in posting again what with the weekend so close and all. Oh well. Hopefully I’ll have another South AFrica Post for you all next week. In the mean time, hope you have a great weekend!
What do you say when someone asks “What do you do?” Finish the sentence: “I help _____ do ____.” What would you do with a bag of overripe bananas? What do you call the strip of grass between the sidewalk and the street????
So much dancing! Both contra and tap sound like so much fun!
I like this interesting reframe of the “what do you do?” I personally don’t ask that question anymore because most of my friend group is mostly retired. When I was a SAHM it felt like a weird question for me to answer, who had identified a lot with her job. And now that I’m not teaching yoga it also feels weird to say “well, I wrote a book and I’m going to write another one.” I feel like saying “I am a writer” sounds pretentious.
That said I always think your job sounds very cool and interesting!
I think saying you’re a writer is pretty awesome and not at all pretentious!
I wish that we could own caregiving as an occupation, albeit an unpaid one. I think there are so many interesting aspects and details and challenges to raising humans.
I like your “you know when X happens in a show?” example of explaining what I do! It makes it very understandable! I definitely think of you when I see live theater. I never really thought about how everything happened when it should during a production until I started to read your blog!
I hate talking about my job/what I do because it hard for people to understand. So I usually just say “I work in finance” and try to leave it at that. If they ask for more details, I’ll say “I’m a subject matter expert on bonds and I help financial advisors decide which investment products to use for their clients.” Many people don’t know what a bond is. Technically my industry is referred to as fixed income but people really have no idea what that is. So I just try to avoid any discussion of it and find something more interesting like, “did you do anything fun this summer” or “have you been on any trips lately” or things like that.
I’m looking forward to a time when we have shade, too! The trees on the north side of our house were cut down the summer after we bought our house as they had an incurable disease. The trees in front of our house had been cut down shortly before we bought our house. So we only have new trees on our boulevard (that’s the word me use locally for that strip of grass). But we have a very large oak tree in our backyard so at least our backyard is shaded!
I think your job would probably be great to be explained in a “you know when X…” type of framing! I think for me what I love hearing about form people is sometimes not the job itself, but how they got to that job.
Re: trees – our first house had a lot of trees and I kind of miss that. But I don’t miss having to rake, and I don’t miss wondering if the tree is ever going to fall over during a storm.
Your girl Daria over here likes to talk about her job lol
teaching has many great stories and of course, never any names, but funny and tender moments that I like to share. What I get is “ooffffff you are a teacher” and an underlying “it must be hard” Not really, no. Teaching is not harder than some of other professions/occupations.
I also get a lot of “where are you from?” Because OBV, and when I name the town, people like “what?” You mean, you are not from Moscow or St Petersburg? Nope, Russia is very big and has many towns.
I am not in a lot of social situations where I have to make introductions. I also hate small talk, so… I usually move in with something like “do you live close by?” I’m weird.
Oh and you weekend was awesome but, girl, how do you have so much energy???? Share the secret!!
Hah! Well a big chunk of last weekend was at work, so that feels, in a lot of ways, chiller than being home with the kids. 🙂
I do use “Do you live close by?” with when I meet people at school things a lot too. It feels not to invasive and pretty neutural.