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November 19, 2007

There could never be a better hand than these hearts I hold

It's Thanksgiving, and I have so incredibly much to be thankful for this year that I hardly know where to start. We're in the middle of preparing dinner for seven, but I wanted to stop to post a bit.

Right this minute I'm sitting in the couch between Todd and Francis, who are singing along to Jesus Christ Superstar; I don't really understand their abiding love of the show, but it's intensely amusing to me, and happymaking, to have my husband and my oldest friend having their strange and lovely bonding moment.

Debby and I've been cooking since yesterday, and we're good at cooking together. Dinner is all under control, and will be splendid, and we've taken good care of the vegetarian/vegan folks (the mushroom turnover are going to be amazing!). Since the weather is oddly warm, we're grilling the turkey, which is a Thing of Beauty.

This year is just like all the last few in that it's held lots of emotional and relationship upheaval, since I insist on following my own crazy path through the wilderness. Following my own path is more trouble, it is true, but the joy in my life is immeasurable, and worth every bit of pain I've had on the way.

I'm being called into the kitchen! So, quickly: Much love to my scattered peeps, in San Francisco, New York, Boston, and a few here and there all 'round the planet. Wish I could have everyone with me all in a bunch: People need to get on that whole instantaneous matter transport thing. I have Francis with me here, and my East Coast chosen family, but I want Byron and my West Coast chosen family with me too. I will be there soon, though, and will be just as thankful for them in December as I am today and every day.

Life is so fucking good.

[ETA: I've mentioned neurological problems here and there, and here is a good place to say out loud that I DON'T HAVE MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS YAY YAY YAY! That was in the running, and my doctor and I were both worried, but I went to a fancypants neurologist at Columbia who ordered a super-comprehensive set of MRIs on my head and neck and thoracic spine, and there were no demyelinated spots that would have suggested MS. We think it's probably pinched nerves. I was about to say "just" pinched nerves, but that's kind of minimizing the troubles I've been having, which I've been not blogging about because I felt in limbo about what was wrong. That will have to wait, because today is about awesome happiness, and not about complaining about neuro crap.]

Posted by Rose at 11:25 PM | Comments (4)

November 13, 2007

I've got a brain problem situation on my hands

Spring and Fall, to a Young Child -- Gerard Manley Hopkins

Margaret, are you grieving
Over Goldengrove unleaving?
Leaves, like the things of man, you
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you?
Ah! as the heart grows older
It will come to such sights colder
By and by, nor spare a sigh
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie;
And yet you will weep and know why.
Now no matter, child, the name:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

Posted by Rose at 10:08 PM | Comments (1)