Friday, June 25, 2010
Hoo Boy! It's gettin' rough in here ... .
...sorry to be so long in entering anything, but life has not gone as smoothly in this makeshift housing arrangement as one might wish, and taking time out to make notes only added to the pressures.
Won't go into the problems we're having, that would not make any sense. It suffices to say that coming home for Dorian has had some unintended glitches, and her mother's well-intentioned moves have not been particularly helpful. Fortunately, the professionals have finally kicked in, and help is not only on the way, but the cavalry can now be viewed just outside our condo.
Meanwhile, I've had the distraction of doing a 2 and-a-half hour video for ROHO (Regional Oral History Office) from the Bancroft Library at UC Berkeley today, and it served to focus me and my work a bit. It was requested by ROHO as an updating of the oral history that is already online but was done in the 90's. I'd never actually read that transcript through until this week in preparation for today's effort and noticed some errors that had occurred in the transcribing that needed correction. These were mostly proper names or places that were mis-heard. It seemed a worthy thing to do. It was interesting to discover that there was nothing of substance that I would have wanted not to have said, or, that I didn't regret on any terms whatsoever. I may watch the video of that interview one day soon. I've never had the wish to do so before now. It also allowed me to stay at home for the work since there was not adequate space at the office, nor much control of sound.
Maybe having had the experience of being reintroduced to my artist self at the Hotel Nikko, has had the effect that I can now dare to retrace steps taken in the past. I have watched video interviews of myself done in the recent past, and found them not embarrassing -- in fact I actually discovered that I could watch those done at Port Chicago and found them both interesting and relevant.
The existing oral history that was done in the nineties predates my position with the National Park Service, so ROHO would like to do another soon that deals with my experience with the NPS and life as a park ranger. That may be meaningful since my work started so early in the development of Rosie the Riveter WWII/Home Front Historical National Park (around 2002) that it coincides with that of the park's beginnings -- a valuable contribution, perhaps.
So, with the distraction of meaningful work I've been able to survive the mounting tensions of trying to combine lives with my recovering daughter; but I'll tell you ... we're just barely makin' it!
Tomorrow, we'll attend the 1st Annual Native American Festival at Lucretia Edwards Park together. She now has an attendant from Nightingale Nursing Service, Kathy, a dynamic former cheerleader who is about to go off into the Army for training, and who is a gem who will go along with us to the Festival. She drives a jeep so is ultra "cool" in Dorian's eyes. I'll be in uniform and helping in whatever ways are required of me. Having had today out of the office to work with ROHO means that I'm rested up for tomorrow -- but whether we'll be coming home in one piece is still to be determined!
... then there's the bus tour on Monday for 18 teachers from the Oakland Unified School District. Dorian will return to NIAD.
...and we'll have survived another week of adjusting.
Photo: This is Dorian's sculpture of "Tsunami," which was created at the time of the Asian tragedy. We're living our version of an emotional tsunami right now, so this seemed an appropriate choice. This is all one piece but was impossible to photograph without using two shots in order to retain the detail. Note that she included a way for people to escape the oncoming deluge. Maybe we'll be so lucky!
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