Ubi

Where? Where to begin, after being non-postal for two entire weeks, during which there were at least twenty things I wanted to talk about and couldn't get the time or the free hands or when I could have had those, needed sleep more desperately, and just tucked the half-formed post away in my brain because surely I'd have time later? Or not. And so I've been a crappy blogger. Blogless myself, reading and commenting in a haphazard, sporadic, scattershot way, never commenting on some, saving the posts of others up until I had the brainpower for them (like Mo-Wo, who I haven't read for a month, saving her for when I could read her properly) or the time to read the whole story (like Kyla - I'm sure KayTar had hr surgery last week, but haven't read her yet to find out - ack!). My bloglines has been flirting btween 150 and 250 for the past week. But there's so much I've been wanting to write about.

About Pumpkinpie's new propensity for guessing games, sometimes funny, sometimes irritating. The way I had to laugh the first time she asked me to guess something impossible - which book she had behind her back, I think, from the hundreds she owns - and I told her I couldn't possibly guess, and she replied, "Just guess! You might be right the first time!"

About how angry the subtly misleading phrase "redistribution of wealth" was making me, playing as it did on people's fears and the image of Robin Hood riding in and stripping them of their hard-earned goodies. About how the fear of "socialism" makes me laugh, because Canada is considered mildly socialist, and it's a wonderful thing, if you ask me. I'v enever minded paying my taxes, knowing that I help those who need it and that if I should need it, it would be there for me, too. Heck, this year, I'm getting paid benefits to stay home for a year's maternity leave. Tell me that's scary and undesirable.

About how fascinated I've become with, of all things, The View. It's the politics - as the election drew near, watching people with wildly differnet opinions go at it and not hold back has been really interesting, because you hear some of the things that people think, and it is pretty amazing. The show has never held appeal for me before, however, so I can only imagine that once the election and the immediate postmortem is over, it will be relegated back to "not my thing" status. Which is a shame, since Joy has sort of been growing on me.

About how proud and delighted I was to watch the American people vote in a man who seems intelligent, measured, and elegant in his speech, his manner, and his thinking, someone the world will see differently, someone the world was rooting for in the first place. That he is also african-american is a huge leap forward and I can only hope will lead to a good measure of progress in race relations. I've been deeply moved, listening to so many african-americans this week talking about what it means to them, and how they never thought they would see it happen in their lifetime.

But at the same time - how terribly disappointing to see three states vote to ban gay marriage. I truly don't understand this. The standard argument seems to be that it will somehow "undermine" conventional marriages. But how? How does someone else's marriage being different change yours? I mean, among hetero marriages, there are still all kinds of variations, but does that make me feel that my traditional marriage is any lesser for the various open marriages, swingers, cheaters, unusual sexual practices, mixed religion/race/politics couples, and so on that are out there? If two pople love each other deeply and want to commit to their relationship, shoudl that not b enough for us to give them the recognition for it? I've said it before, this makes me proud to be from a country that took it on and made it legal federally.

About how much The Bun is changing and growing. He's turning into a regular dumpling, well into his 3-6 month wardrobe, and sporting multiple chins. His head still bobs and weaves a little, but mostly, he is getting pretty sturdy at 9 weeks of age. The best things, though, are the fact that he has started "talking" a bit, which is adorable, and his more-present and more purposeful smiling, which is sweet as, well, pie, I guess.

About how this past week I've been fever-y and clammy off and on, and then this weekend, went into full-blown fever. It broke last night at about 4 am, when you would have been well within reason to assume that I'd showered in my clothes if you'd seen me, so drenched was I.

About how our hot water heater blew up this weekend, leaving me desperate for a shower to such extent that I begged neighbours to let me use theirs. Over the weekend, dishes piled high on every surface, laundry heaps grew, and I washed and warmed bottles when I needed them by microwaving water. By dinner time tonight, we had a new tank in, and Pumpkinpie was able to take a bath. As soon as I finish this quick and poor excuse for a post, I'll be headed up to wash off the sweat of last night's feverbreak myself, and reloading the dishwasher. But really. After all the stupid crap we ran into with renovations over this summer (hello, asbestos!), after the dishwasher and oven both broke down in the same week last month, after the one phone in the house broke twice (two different phones broke, in fact, one after another) at the same time that Misterpie's cell phone died and our doorbell stopped dinging leaving us wholly unreachable, did we need this? I am beginning to feel cursed.

And then so many other things from news bites to books I read two months ago and have been meaning to review (and the fact that the one I finished tonight took me a month and a half to get through, and not because it was boring!) that I have wanted to discuss. I hope it will get easier soon. I hope I will have my hands to myself now and then soon, that sleep will be more regular and less wildly precious soon. But until then, well, until then I guess I will be around when I'm around, and post when I post, I'm sorry to say. Because as much as I love this world, this blogosphere of ours, the real world of my own four walls and my family of four within them justhas to come first.