First of all, thank you to Lyle Lovett for unknowingly letting me borrow the title of one of his albums for this here beloved journal of mine...
Ok, so here it goes: I will summarize an argument I've had many times:
Other person: "Being gay is wrong"
Me: "What about 'though shall not judge'?"
And then, O.P.: "Oh, I'm not judging, I'm only stating what the Bible says"
Yes. Ok. So isn't that what Judges do? Don't they tell us what the written law is??
Just a thought...
I suppose I have been purposely avoiding talking about my marriage for a reason: Everything is going fantastically well, but I am in disbelief. So at facing the risk of writing something that: a) is a facade; b) realize I've become one of those women who fail miserably to recognize the fairytale is anything but; c) I will regret reading later... I've avoided the issue completely.
The changes in him have been unbelievable. I feel really loved and all that, but most importantly I see a change in him, in his spirit. He's much more relaxed, way more emotional, more conversational, more considerate and attentive, just miraculous changes to say the least!
The most beautiful part is watching this man I've loved for so long come up to the surface. So I don't have to dig and dig to find him anymore... I want to spend more time with him and have recently turned down great offers for entertainment because I wanted to stay with him and the kids... I finally feel that we are a family.
Tomorrow I'll wake up and it will all be different I'm sure... But that's how it goes.
I feel a migraine coming on... UGH!
Wow, I got back to Indy at just the right time. Spring has definitely started and all kinds of critters are coming out of the woodwork.
Most importantly (and thanks to AOL) I found out that this wonderful state of Indiana is one of the hosts of nature's 17 year ritual of the Invasion of the Cicadas. If anyone has ever seen the Land Before Time kids' movies, it's just like the episode where those bugs invade everything... Except that it lasts about a month.
Seemingly (and this time thanks to National Geographic), these bugs go underground for 17 YEARS and then come out sometime in May, when they do something else and then die. This year there will be more cicadas than ever, BILLIONS of them and they will be crawling up everything and making noise... I'm just so thrilled about this.
My 5-year old FREAKS about the smallest of bugs on her... I really don't know how I'm going to help her through this, except I did come up with two ways, and here they are:
1) Start telling my daughter all about cicadas. I can go out, dig some up and put them in a glass container so we can be part of their cycle. I can make a point of doing cicada crafts, look for the first few that come up and really help her understand the whole thing so she's not afraid, OR
2) I can stay indoors the whole time, express my disgust at the cicadas crawling all over everything, let her freak out and use the cicadas to help me convince her that moving to L.A. in June is the best thing since there are no bugs in L.A.
Now that should make her forget all about her friends. Of course, when she grows up she'll never want to return to Indiana, but I guess that's why we have therapy.
I've heard some people eat these buggers, and if I had any balls or had gone completely insane I would, just so I could say the very catchy "I ate-a Cicada", but on the other hand it's just not worth it.
