A funny thing happened.
Today was a day filled with strange coincidences. Like it should have been a Very Important Day. It wasn't really; I nursed, I wiped asses, I pretended to be all manner of animals extinct and extant, the usual. It just feels like the world is different somehow, even though I didn't even leave the house. Please let me know if today was a Very Important Day someplace else.
So, I thought I'd share just one of the weird things that happened today.
Stop me if you've heard this one before
One of the few moments last summer when I was happy-pregnant (vs. nauseous-pregnant) was at TO Pride. We'd sat down on the grass in front of the trans stage with a dozen-or-so folks to whom I am queerly related and listened to some wonderful music. LittleE danced, played with his sparkly beads in the grass and was watched closely by folks who loved him and weren't me or MamaM. It is a really fond memory, and makes me all shmuppy about the people who were there and who I wish had been there. I was all gravid, and glowy about the value of chosen family. I pondered how very lucky I am and was dwelling on all sorts of other uncharacteristic sentimentality probably hormonally induced and now perpetuated by sleep-deprivation and isolation from other adults. . .
Point is, today, I found the video. Of the actual moment I was thinking of.
Note small blond head at the very beginning. Also impish redhead in the crowd.
Gives me goosebumps. Especially since I don't even think I know the person who made it.
So, I thought I'd share just one of the weird things that happened today.
Stop me if you've heard this one before
One of the few moments last summer when I was happy-pregnant (vs. nauseous-pregnant) was at TO Pride. We'd sat down on the grass in front of the trans stage with a dozen-or-so folks to whom I am queerly related and listened to some wonderful music. LittleE danced, played with his sparkly beads in the grass and was watched closely by folks who loved him and weren't me or MamaM. It is a really fond memory, and makes me all shmuppy about the people who were there and who I wish had been there. I was all gravid, and glowy about the value of chosen family. I pondered how very lucky I am and was dwelling on all sorts of other uncharacteristic sentimentality probably hormonally induced and now perpetuated by sleep-deprivation and isolation from other adults. . .
Point is, today, I found the video. Of the actual moment I was thinking of.
Note small blond head at the very beginning. Also impish redhead in the crowd.
Gives me goosebumps. Especially since I don't even think I know the person who made it.
posted by lothyn at 3.4.09
6 Comments:
It's also weird that I tend to manually check your blog just after it
has updated. Maybe I should manually check your blog more often so
that you will write more.
- Paul
Thanks Paul.
I'm pretty sure the internets need no more self-centred blather, but I'm touched that you drop by so intentionally! Are you writing much these days?
Well, I find your posts interesting, blather or not. You live in an
fascinating, somewhat alien world.
Hypocritically enough, in addition to being lazy I am not that
impressed with my own self-centred blather, so I am writing little and
publishing less. How many more "I'm depressed and anxious about trivial
things!" posts does the Internet need, anyways?
I think I recognised most of us! Also, one can never be sure in these things, but those legs-in-shorts that passed in front of the camera near the beginning looked like they might be mine.
Paul - I'm flattered that you think my world is all exotic and whatever, though it feels pretty repetitive from here. I'd be honoured as usual to read anything you do publish - you still seem to have a knack for turning trivialities into quality writing.
Jake - the owner of the furry knees were a subject of debate around here, either yours or MamaM's, but I'm sure they were chasing after the small blond head.
Hey there, I didn't know that you kept a blog and am so pleased to have stumbled into it. I hope it's okay if I stick around and read.
::big grin::
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