The whole same-sex marriage thing is making me so excited! Today the mayor of a small town in New York, New Paltz, decided to start marrying same-gender couples. I hope this is a trend that catches on. It's legislated civil disobedience.
Keep pushing everyone, on asking for a clear distinction between a "civil union" and a "legal marriage" which is not based in either religion or prejudice against same-gender couples.
2.27.2004
2.26.2004
oh it's been a long time. Again. Macky admonished me. Told me to write in my blog. He's updated his site, added some new art. Definitely worth a look-see. His editorial drawings crack me up (and make me cry). His talent simply awes me.
So I'm sitting in my new office, in my new house. Up in the suburbs, living with Troy. It's so excellent. And incredibly different from being in the heart of the city. One morning, looking out the bedroom window at a deer grazing on the hill, Troy asked me, "Do you miss your wall?" Nope. Having a view of a wall was never a goal of mine.
It is odd to have so few things within walking distance, but this place is a little of the best of both. We have lots of trees and fall asleep listening to frogs in the pond, but also have a movie theater, some restaurants, a bank and Troy's work all within 15 minutes by foot. Lots more is a short bike ride away. It's also heaven to have the 1-2 hours a day together instead of spending it in a car between houses or on the phone.
Right now I'm obsessed with packing, cleaning, unpacking, organizing. My life is spent filling and unfilling boxes. I don't have much work, which has made it possible to have a good and organized move, but I'm having to fight feelings of being a housewife. Cleaning, cooking, shopping while Troy's in crunch mode and working until 10 or 11 every night. I know it's all necessary -- even necessary for me to be able to start thinking about the book I want to write -- but it's still not exactly how I picture myself.
Maybe I'll try to get started again on the book stuff today. It's intermittently pouring and clearing outside. Good day to stay in.
So I'm sitting in my new office, in my new house. Up in the suburbs, living with Troy. It's so excellent. And incredibly different from being in the heart of the city. One morning, looking out the bedroom window at a deer grazing on the hill, Troy asked me, "Do you miss your wall?" Nope. Having a view of a wall was never a goal of mine.
It is odd to have so few things within walking distance, but this place is a little of the best of both. We have lots of trees and fall asleep listening to frogs in the pond, but also have a movie theater, some restaurants, a bank and Troy's work all within 15 minutes by foot. Lots more is a short bike ride away. It's also heaven to have the 1-2 hours a day together instead of spending it in a car between houses or on the phone.
Right now I'm obsessed with packing, cleaning, unpacking, organizing. My life is spent filling and unfilling boxes. I don't have much work, which has made it possible to have a good and organized move, but I'm having to fight feelings of being a housewife. Cleaning, cooking, shopping while Troy's in crunch mode and working until 10 or 11 every night. I know it's all necessary -- even necessary for me to be able to start thinking about the book I want to write -- but it's still not exactly how I picture myself.
Maybe I'll try to get started again on the book stuff today. It's intermittently pouring and clearing outside. Good day to stay in.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
