I got all teary eyed when we got our issue in the mail

It's a stunning cover.

A scare and goodbye Tristan

We went and saw Tristan (insert flamboyant, lovely, sweet and kind man here - oh, and if you are into that sort of thing- handsome as in a hippie dreadlocked way) off tonight.

Wyatt had a low because I didn't factor his being with his favorite woman in the whole wide world (5 year old Estreya) before giving him his dose of insulin. I dosed correctly for the food, but the adrenaline drove his blood sugars way, way down. Matt and I saw for the first time what a diabetic "low" looks like. It's not pretty. Imagine your three year old stumbling around a restaurant parking lot and drinking juice out of a juice box like it was mana/ambrosia/cold clear water dripping from the sky.

He is fine now. Thank God for juice boxes in cars.

Tristan and his girlfriend, Carrie, were lovely additions to town. I will miss them.

Two Wheels Good*

I love my new bike and have been getting out most days for at least half an hour. I am glad I went for the flat handle bars because I would have just spent my rides kneeing myself in my beer belly with regular roadbike handle bars.

I got 2 flats on Saturday and I was rather crabby about it all. Must avoid those goatheads (spiky spurs that grow alongside the road) and must stock up on spare tubes and patch kits.


*Maybe only SC will get this, but the alternative title to this could have been Steven McQueen. I was really sad to hear that PMcA is also going deaf.

Babbo is "my special little guy"

I know I am not the world's most natural mother. I cried when I found out I was pregnant, and they were not tears of joy (We figured it would take us forever to get preggars, not just one or two tries). I am often at a loss at how to play with a very active three year old. I don't deal with tantrums well.

Lately, though, I've realized that Wyatt has entered a golden age. He is cooperative. He is kind. He is helpful. He is "my special little guy."* He loves Altered Images. He loves the Mutton Birds. He loves books. He is learning his letters and their sounds at breakneck speed. He is getting a lovely sense of humor.

He is so engaged, and so am I.

*Yes, the Simpsons are my role models.

Sum it up Brothers and Sisters

Yes, what about those gay chickens?



in gratitude to Giant Robot's Martin Wong.

Osteotomy

I believe that it was a year ago today that I had my femur bone sawn in half, my lower leg rotated in by 20 degrees, and the whole thing pinned back together with a few screws and a right angle flat pin.

I am going for a quick bike ride before the weather rolls in. Three cheers.

Thanks for that, SC

Palinfreude, a fine, fine word indeed.

Ups and downs

Let us keep that wonderful new President Elect of ours safe and sound. He has a lot to do. I was impressed with McCain's concession speech. I wish that was McCain who ran.

Here in California, we like those chickens lots more than people it seems. Jerry Brown, whose current incarnation is our Attorney General, says the marriages will stand. The girls are headed down to the Independence Courthouse right now to get a copy of their license.

I was in a bit of a funk all morning until the girls came over to pick up their car, Charlotte (a fine night was had by many in Downtown Bishop last night). They were happy. They were still married. We were all proud that at least 2,846 of us in Inyo County - a full 40 percent- were not homophobes. We will revisit this issue again.

Songs of love

Shout out to AT's Marv and Grannie for coming.
Shout out to the Divine Comedy's "Father Ted" themesong.

I'll be the one with a box of tissues

(mostly ripped off from a post I left at the ever interesting and meditative kubla kong blog - because I had to talk about it)

On Monday, my husband and I will be witnesses to AT and Karen's marriage. It, falling on November 3 (the day before Californians decide on Prop 8), will be a wee hasty/shotgun/guerrilla affair - a secular, but heartfelt gathering off the back of a pickup truck in the high desert.

Neither bride will be wearing white, but the champagne will be cold, and Nick Cave, Lucinda Williams, and the Phoenix Foundation will be on the truck stereo.

After 12 years together, our friends decided that this was what they wanted. We are honored to support them. I am only sorry that their right to marry or not to marry is even an issue.