I feel the Zeitgeist turning tonight. . .something I’ve felt all along, something I’ve let my own instincts guide me towards, something that was confirmed with a wallop by the book that fell into my hands tonight: Jean Zimmerman's Made from Scratch.
Miki over at Theory of the Daily had mentioned the book, had expressed that she, in fact, wished she had written the book herself. So when I stopped into the public library tonight (to return all the German and Russian poets that have had me in such a funk lately) and spotted the title on the shelf, that tiny pre-destined twinge of familiarity made me pause and pull the book from the stacks.
At home, after Kipp was fast asleep, I curled up on the couch, let the book flop open to the middle and started to read. I read through to the end and now will have to start over at the beginning.
The book is subtitled “Reclaiming the Pleasures of the American Hearth”, but it’s more than that—it isn’t just pleasure we are reclaiming, but value. It may be that value follows pleasure; it is certain that value ought to follow hard work.
The Zeitgeist is turning, so much so that I predict very soon the appellation Stay-at-Home Mom (and the real stridently defensive tone that it has always carried “I choose to stay at home because I’ve got my priorities straight--and a mate who makes enough so that we don't need a second income--but I’m smart enough and good enough to be out there in the working world and I chose to give that up and I could be back out there any time I want and don’t you forget it”) will fall from grace and people, male and female, will be very proud to call themselves homemakers again—except they are going to want a new word for it. I wonder what it will be. . .
Something is afoot, in my spirit, tonight, and if in my spirit, then it must be the same in many others, because I’m one of the world’s most ordinary creatures.
12:28:14 AM
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