We celebrate the 100th International Women’s Day. Are we farther ahead than in 1911? I spend 4 hours doing what many consider as woman’s work. I am on my knees scrubbing floors after the departure of my painters.
This activity imbues in me respect for sisters around the world. At least I have a choice--no one is forcing me to do this, this is not my livelihood, and society does not expect this of me. I would make an unhappy ‘housewife’ or woman of leisure. I fight the urge to return to 'real' work. I give in a bit, offering to work for a day at a nearby clinic later this month.
All this work--time to play. I head to the Comedy Bar to attend the March Madness 3 on 3 improv tournament. I arrive, fall asleep, awaken briefly during intros, sleep again. An hour of this and I head home to a proper bed.
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