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Nature Wonders

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Yesterday was a heavy blog, so let’s have a little simple wonder today.  I have lived around cottonwood trees my whole life.  We have lived in our house, that has a hundred year old cottonwood tree in the backyard, for 15 years.  I have probably picked up thousands of fallen twigs before my dad, my husband, my brother, or I mowed the lawn, because cottonwoods drop sticks constantly.  It wasn’t until last year when I learned there are magic in those sticks.

A friend of ours showed up to pick up his daughter and we were playing in the backyard.  He looked at our tree and asked, “Is that a cottonwood tree?” Before we could answer he picked up a stick broke it in half and said, “Oh, it is.  Look at the star.”


Folks, there is magic in cottonwood sticks.  Look for the ridges on the surface and break the stick between them.  If it breaks cleanly you will always find a tiny perfect star.

Isn’t nature awesome?

You play the hand you are dealt

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My dad is a poker player.  He has been a poker player for as long as I can remember.  When I was a child he played in various neighborhood games.  Then gambling was legalized west of Denver and he added Texas Hold’em to his repertoire.  While I am not a poker player, lacking the poker-face and calculating-odds-on-the-fly genes, I have always enjoyed watching my dad play the game.  When I was in my teens I would go up to the mountains with him and watch him play against the other players at the table.  I’d watch reckless players flamboyantly going against the odds, and methodical players never deviating from what math would tell them to do.  The good players, like my dad, would know the odds, but play the game to maximize the hand they had and the players at the table.

One thing you learn from poker, especially Hold’Em, is that you have to play the cards in your hands.  In draw poker you can trade in the cards you have for other cards that might make your hand better, but once you get those cards, you don’t get other ones.  In the end, you always have to make the best hand you can out of the cards you have.

I think life is like Texas Hold’Em.  You and your family sit around a table and each are dealt cards and you have to play those cards.   Maybe the rules are different because you get more opportunities to trade in your cards, and the stakes are higher, but one thing is the same: once you are dealt a card you have to play it.   You can’t untake a card.

Let’s look at my life.  When I was 23 I traded in my “single gal card” for a “live with a guy card”.  I still had my “loves bad boys who ride motorcycles” card, just in case living together didn’t work out.  Seven years later, the bad boys got traded in for a marriage card and my mate hand was set.

What I didn’t know, and my husband didn’t even know, was that he had a depression card in his hand.  His first episode hit right after we were married.  It took months to diagnose what was going on.  His symptoms manifest themselves physically and he went through a barrage of medical test to determine what was wrong.  In the end there was only one possibility left: that his sickness was in his mind. Therapy, time and medication eased his symptoms and eventually cured him a year later.  We were told that there was a good chance this would be a one time episode, but if he had another it was probably going to plague him throughout his life.

So he had the depression card.  He couldn’t trade it in.  Maybe he was lucky and just had the “one episode” kind, but maybe not.  I had joined my life to a guy who may or may not have another breakdown.  Sure, it wasn’t my card, so I could have left him.  I could have decided that staying with someone who had a chance of another breakdown wasn’t worth it, but I didn’t, because I loved him and I wanted a life with him.

We had a baby together, and when she was four, it happened again.  Now I had a new card, a mom card.  That’s one powerful card, and I spent almost a year keeping her alive as my first priority, and keeping my husband alive as my second.  Again, he has the depression card, not me, but with us drawing the parent card together I was permanently tied to him.  I could help him get well again, or abandon him and risk being alone, divorced from my husband, fighting some future custody battle.  I wouldn’t be married to him, but I would know that he could get sick again and if we weren’t together I couldn’t help him or my daughter.  Worst case I’d have a child whose father killed himself.  I loved our family too much to not try, so I spent another year fighting and we all came through together, but this time I know that it will happen again.

I was frank with my colleagues, family, and friends with the second episode because I needed all the help I could get.  Some asked “How do you do it?” “Why do you do it?”  The reality of the situation was that I didn’t want to do it.  I didn’t want to be married to a man with depression.  I didn’t want to worry day and night about my daughter and him.  But I had to play the hand I was dealt.  The words that meant the most to me while I was struggling was, “This just sucks.”  It didn’t do any good to think about “What ifs”  “What if he hadn’t gotten depressed?”  “What if we hadn’t had a kid?”  He was and we did and we had to do the best we could.  The words that meant the second most were, “How can I help?”  “Can we have you over for dinner?”  “Can I take him out to give you a break?”  What didn’t help were suggestions from people unwilling to jump in and get dirty with us. “You should” and “Why don’t you” drove me crazy.  Those are words of judgement made from the outside and weren’t worth my notice.  No one who didn’t have my hand could really understand what our family was going through, and if you don’t understand you have no right to shout advice from the sidelines.  Trust me, in the World Series of Poker the audience doesn’t get to shout “You should fold” to the players.  The players make the most they can out of the cards they have and the people at the table.

I hate that our family has these cards.  I hate that the cards we have make us fearful of other cards: my daughter becoming depressed; me dying and my husband falling apart; another episode of depression.  We do what we can to arm ourselves against those possibilities.  My husband visits a psychiatrist every 6 months so he has an active relationship with her in case he gets depressed again.  We’ve learned to teach our daughter to stay away from hard drugs as she gets older, because that’s a huge risk to damaging her brain chemistry and causing her problems in the future.  We have a will set up to protect her in case something happens to me and my husband can’t make decisions anymore.  All of that sucks, but it’s part of making the most of the hand we’ve been dealt.

The one thing that makes me grateful for what we’ve been through is the empathy I have for others.  Friends of ours just had their child diagnosed with a terminal illness.  She probably won’t see her third birthday.  I could hide from their sadness.  I could ignore their plight, or I could tell them what they should do.  I don’t do any of that.  I do whatever I can do let them know that this just sucks.  Sucks in a way I can’t imagine, because I don’t have that card, and I can’t imagine having that card.  I can’t understand a situation I’m not living, but I can interpret from the pain of my past the pain of others.  I can acknowledge their anguish, and do what I can to help.  I can’t make it better.  I can’t take their card away.  I can’t make the card never happen.  But I can use what I have in my hand to make their hand the best it can be.  You live the live you are dealt, and sometimes that sucks so bad it’s unfathomable.  You sit at the table with all your friends and family and you do what you can to give everyone the best hand they can get, because unlike poker, there isn’t one winner and everyone else loses.  The players make the most they can out of the cards they have and the people at the table, but in life the winner doesn’t take all.  We are all in this game together.

The Partly Cloudy Patriot: Should You Read or Listen?

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“Being a nerd, which is to say going too far and caring too much about a subject, is the best way to make friends I know.” – Sarah Vowell, The Partly Cloudy Patriot

My weekly post to help you decide the best format to enjoy a book.  Without further ado:

Should you read or listen to The Partly Cloudy Patriot, by Sarah Vowell?

The Afthead Summary:

You should read The Partly Cloudy Patriot if you meet any of the following criteria:  you like history, you are a nerd, you are a twin, you know a twin, you like playing arcade games, you enjoy politics, you vote, you’ve heard someone inappropriately compare themselves to Rosa Parks, you like Tom Cruise, you dislike Tom Cruise, you like antique maps, you like paper cups of pickles, or you have conflict with your family on major holidays.  This little book of essays is a favorite of mine, and whenever I’m feeling down or want to feel smarter I re-read it or re-listen to it.  Sarah’s take on every topic is witty, intelligent, and enjoyable.  Full disclosure, I’d like Sarah Vowell to be my friend.  We are about the same age, and enjoy many similar things, but she’s way smarter than I am.  I like having smart friends.  We could spend hours together going in depth into nerdy topics we care too much about.  Bliss.

Read:

This is a great read.  It’s also a great book to have on hand for random gifts for random people.  Forgot a housewarming present?  Need a graduation present?  Hostess gift?  Just pull out a copy of The Partly Cloudy Patriot and you’ll delight the recipient.  Regardless of political orientation there is something in here for everyone.  (Well, you may want to take out the chapter on the Bush inauguration for die-hard Republicans.)  Because it a set of smaller writings it’s easy to enjoy a quick tidbit about history, politics, careers, and families.  I recommend this for everyone.

Listen:

The audiobook is an even higher level of awesomeness.  Sarah reads the book herself, and her nasal voice lends a perfect nerd feel to the book: you’ll learn about the importance of the nerd voice if you read.  Then, she has a series of guest readers for the famous characters in the book.  Perhaps you’ve head of some of them: Conan O’Brien, Seth Green, David Cross or Stephen Colbert?  Oh, and They Might be Giants did all the music for the book.  It’s a cross entertainment genre bonanza!

Recommendation:

Listen

I must say that I’m not enough of a history buff to really enjoy the other book I listened to by Sarah Vowell: Assassination Vacation.  Her history is entertaining, but too thorough for my enjoyment.  However, nonfiction is not really my favorite, so don’t make too much of my opinion on her more historical works.

A Review of Modern Halloween Traditions

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I love holiday traditions, but I’m a bit of a classical traditionalist.  (For example, I hate that creepy spying elf on a shelf character.)  For me, parenting in 2015, there are two newish Halloween traditions which result in diametrically opposite feelings.

Candy Fairy/Candy Witch/Halloween Witch

This new myth was designed by the parents who follow Jamie Oliver and his kin as their lord and savior.  These parents find candy to be evil, sugar to be evil, food coloring to be evil, and seek to end the cavity causing, upset stomach Halloween tradition.  They are the parents who blithely tell their children that they can have “just one” piece of candy Halloween night.  If these children are lucky they may get to pick out a few pieces of candy Halloween night to enjoy after the holiday is over, but if they aren’t lucky, that one piece of candy (plus the 82 they snuck when their parents weren’t looking) is the only candy they will get.  Why?!?!  Because the Halloween Witch comes the night of Halloween and takes away all their candy and leaves them a present like a toy, or a toothbrush, or a vegan cookbook.  What kid doesn’t love waking up November 1st to no candy and some lame present from a witch/fairy?

Am I exaggerating?  Maybe a bit, but here’s my real issue with this idea, and it’s the same issue I have with the elf.  (Well, I have LOTS of issues about the elf, but this is a big one.)  The childhood myths are tenuous.  There is a short period of time when our children believe with all their hearts that a big guy in a red suit brings them presents, a giant bunny hides eggs, and a tiny fairy takes their teeth and leaves them coins.  These childhood beliefs are interconnected.  The first time the tooth fairy forgets to take a tooth it calls all of the beliefs into question.  One misstep and childhood innocence ends.  Randomly creating new myths that other kids don’t believe in creates that kind of doubt event in a child’s mind.  When two of your friends have candy witches and you don’t it makes you wonder, doesn’t it?

Also, the candy witch is a selfish construct.  Parents don’t want to be the bad guy and tell their kids things like, “In our family we believe our bodies are a temple and we don’t eat candy.”  They don’t want to teach messages like, “We are going to give all of our candy away because we would rather make the people at mommy and daddy’s office get diabetes so we can move up the career ladder.”  So I say end the ridiculousness of the Candy Witch.  Own up to your family’s values.  Tell your kids that you are getting rid of the candy.  Don’t create new constructs that damage the kids myth systems too early.  In time they’ll learn it was all a farce, but don’t ruin it because you don’t like your kid eating candy and you are afraid that if you own up to it your kids won’t like you anymore.

Booing

The process of Booing is similar to may baskets on May Day or Secret Santas.  The weeks prior to Halloween, one family starts the Booing by making a treat for two sets of friends. The treats aren’t anything big.  Our Booing gifts this year had an 8 pack of crayons, a ring pop (that you could give to the Candy Witch later if you wanted), some plastic fangs and a jeweled spider ring.  You also provide a sign that says “We’ve been Booed” and Booing instructions.  The instructions tell you how to move the Boo along:

  1. Enjoy your gift
  2. Copy the Boo instructions and “We’ve been Booed” sign
  3. Put the “We’ve been Booed” sign on your door, so you don’t get Booed again
  4. Make a gift for two other friends
  5. Put copies of the sign and instructions in their gifts
  6. Sneak to two front doors and leave your Boo on the doorstep

I love this tradition.  It is a fun way to surprise your friends.  It builds a great sense of community with the families in your neighborhood.  It teaches kids that sometimes when you do nice things, they come back to you.  My daughter was floored when we got Booed this year and the instructions were exactly the same as the ones we sent out.  We had a great discussion about how that didn’t mean that the people we Booed were the same people who Booed us, but that every Boo in the chain had copied our instructions.  We had no way of knowing how far our Boo traveled before it came back to us.  It’s also fun to see the Boo signs appear on doors throughout the neighborhood as the weeks go by.

Is there a downside of Booing?  Of course.  Some kids don’t get Booed, and that hurts.  Some families don’t like the junk on their doorstep and they end the cycle.  But I love how it teaches values I believe in to my kid.  I was so proud of her when she picked two kids to Boo who weren’t her best friends, but were kids she thought would really appreciate it.  It’s a good life lesson to really think about where to best spend your time and effort when giving gifts or making a special effort.  I love how it builds a sense of community with my daughter.  I love how she sees how good things can travel, and I even like how she can see that sometimes your good deeds don’t get returned.  Those are all real life lessons taught in a way a kid can understand.

I’m waiting for the Candy Witch questions to start after my daughter goes back to school and I hope this round isn’t the one that makes her question Santa, because I really want at least one more pure magical Christmas at the Afthead house with total and complete belief in the myths of childhood.  Hopefully when the belief ends the lessons of creating wonder and surprise through Booing will help her understand that the magic can continue in a real person-to-person way, even when the myths evaporate.

Ack!  Spider!

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 The warm water ran down my back, rinsing the shampoo from my hair.  I turned and picked up my bottle of conditioner.  As I lived it from the shelf an enormous wolf spider fell from the bottle and onto the shower wall.  I jumped, then started processing options.  Squish it.  Bad luck.  Rinse it down the drain.  Dear God, it could land on me or crawl up my foot.

Then I looked closer.  The little guy was slipping on the shower wall, his tiny hairy legs trying to get purchase while his mandibles flexed.  He was scared too.  I sighed and in my very vulnerable state looked for something to catch him in.  Shave gel top?  Perfect.  I coerced the spider into the lid and once he was firmly captured I opened the shower curtain and flung top and spider into the sink.

Once I was dry and covered, I took Mr. Spider in his lid to the front door and set him outside in the plant.  Good luck with the snow tomorrow, and stay out of my bathroom!

Fostering Kittens is Humbling

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We are days away from the end of our kitten fostering adventure.  Two months ago I picked up three kittens from the Denver Dumb Friends League.  Of our original three we have one left, and ended up fostering one additional litter mate when his sister died in the shelter.  Five kittens were born together, and this week two kittens will go back to the shelter to find their forever homes.  The experience has been humbling, sad, and full of love and joy.  These fragile creatures are so tiny, yet so big in our hearts.  Reflecting back on the experience, we have learned so much.

The Sorrows

  1. Stray kittens have a rough start at life.  In the family of five kittens three died.  One of the living had a bacterial infection and the other had a parasite and both diseases threatened their lifes.  I learned how to give IV fluids, antibiotics, immunizations, and anti-parasitic medicines.  If my job goes south I have many qualifications of a vet tech now.
  2. Even with all my dedication, hard work, care, and the wonders of modern medicine accidents still happen and kittens still die.  There is a very, very good reason that they stress keeping your toilet seats down when fostering kittens.  Of all the life lessons I hoped our family would learn from this, I never hoped to learn that one.  Life is fragile.  Never doubt it.
  3. When you tell your daughter that the kitten drowning is “family business” she will still tell her friends, who will tell their friends, who will tell their parents, who will ask you point blank at awkward times if a “kitten really drowned in your toilet.”  They are judging you, but you don’t need to judge yourself again.  Horrible things happen and people who don’t risk taking care of the sick and weak will never have to answer such questions.
  4. The animal foster community is amazing.  The foster coordinators who work at the shelter saw me at my worst many times.  They were always loving, took my concerns seriously, and gave the best care to the kittens.  The other volunteers and foster parents were a resource that this new foster parent drew on daily.  Once we were over the hump and the kittens were healthy and growing, the community rejoiced with me.

The Joys

  1. Our kittens were technology wizards.  They quickly learned that heat comes out of laptops and modems and always found the warmest place to sit.    
  2. Kittens do not make good bookmarks.  They are too lumpy. 
  3. Anytime you put something on your head that a kitten hasn’t seen before – earrings; hats, sunglasses, glasses – those objects must be explored and tasted.  
  4. If you are not a good housekeeper a kitten will reveal every bookcase that hasn’t been dusted under, refrigerator coil that needs vacuuming, and errant spiderweb in your house.  They will clean these areas for you, and then you will clean the kitten.  
  5. Baby kittens do not have hair on their bellies at first.  This makes kittens attractive from the top, but unattractive when rotated 180 degrees.  
  6. After 7 weeks of hesitant interactions kittens really taste good.  
  7. There is only room in any sunbeam for one kitten, regardless of the size of the sunbeam.  
  8. Big eyes help kittens get away with a host of transgressions.  

We’ve decided that these are not our cats, and giving them back is going to break our hearts for the hundredth time.  When they leave us I hope they find love, patience, a big cat to play with and a bad housekeeper to love them.  If you ever find yourself in need of a new pet, I encourage you to adopt from a shelter.  You never know the kind of love that may come with your new pet.

What’s the Opposite of Prophesy?

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Sunday the Glimmer Train August Short Story Award for New Writers was announced.  I had high hopes for my short story The Fisherman.  As I knew from my status, I didn’t win.  As I learned Thursday, with my excellent web research skills, I did not make the top 25.  Finally I learned, from the official Glimmer Train announcement, that I didn’t even make the honorable mention list.  My first fiction submission and I got nothing.  Crap.  My prophetic dream was the opposite of what I had hoped.  Everyone was right.  You don’t get published the first time.  What a bummer.

I was disappointed, until my husband asked a very important question:

“How did they decide the winner?” asked Mr. Afthead

“Well, these two sisters run the literary magazine, so they decided.” I responded.

“That seems awfully arbitrary.”

He was right.  Two women didn’t like my story.  Yes, it was two women who happen to have the power to publish, but it was just two people.  His words jolted me into remembering why I wrote the story in the first place, and why I wanted to get it out there.  I love that story, and the only way for me to share it with people is to write it down, be brave and send it into the world.  With my first draft something amazing happened.  The story developed a story of it’s own when others read it.  Different people liked parts that other people hated.  Some people thought it was creepy.  Another blogger, On the Lamb Design, tied it to a real life experience, and the similarities are haunting.  Overall the response was not just positive, but thought provoking.

My favorite reaction was my husband’s.  I gave him a copy of a later draft of the story and asked him to read it.  When he finished we had the following discussion:

“This is good,” he said.  “Where did you get it.”

“I wrote it.”

“Reallly?  I thought it was by a real writer.  I like how The Fisherman made the dad a better dad.”

Okay, first of all my husband thought a “real writer” was the story’s author.  Then, he found a story in my words that I never intended.  I didn’t mean for The Fisherman to make the father a better dad, but when my husband found that meaning I saw it too.  When I write and share, something magical happens.  I agree completely with my writing guru, Stephen King, when he says that the reading/writing bond is telepathy.  I write something, and you read it through your lens, and we share a common vision together.  Sometimes our lenses are the same, but sometimes one or the other distorts the story and it changes.  To understand how others find different meaning in my words makes me want to write and read more.

So I’m disappointed that two sisters didn’t like my story, but I’m still going to write, and I’m still going to share, and I’m still going to submit.  This is magic stuff happening, and I’m not about to let it go.

The Liebster Award

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Well, as a result of a recent follower/followee relationship I have been nominated for the Liebster Award.  Thank you so much Kwoted by K E Garland!  If you haven’t read any of her stuff, check her out. She’s a great storyteller with a unique perspective.

As part of receiving this award I have a bunch of questions to answer.  It’s like blogging award homework.  So, without further ado:

1. Plastic or paper?

If I don’t remember my own bags, it’s plastic.  I’d rather sacrifice a plastic than a tree.  We have this thing that looks like a pregnant patchwork maggot that holds our plastic bags until we can recycle them.

2. Book before movie or movie before book?

I am a snob about this question.   Book before the movie, always.  I read upwards of 50 books a year and see six movies if I am lucky.  (Not including repeats of kid movies.)  If I waited for the movie I’d never read anything.  Also, I like reading the unabridged story before seeing the abridgment on the big screen.

3. Oprah or Ellen?

I’m not a big talk show person, but I have to go with Oprah.  Although, I’ve most recently seen Ellen on some HGTV design  show.  They are both strong, passionate women, but having lived in Chicago for a couple of years nudges Oprah ahead in my book.   “You get a car!  You get a car!”

4. Writing in public or writing in your home?

Writing at home, preferably in my studio with the door shut and space heater on surrounded by my fabric and yarn.

5. Married or single?

Married to a vocabulary challenged mate.  (Love you Mr. Afthead!)

6. Dog or cat?

I hate this question.  I always feel unpatriotic when I say I don’t like dogs.  Cat.  Two of them usually, but one is sick right now.  I also have a hamster, snails and pillbugs in my house (on purpose.)

7. Healthy lifestyle or who cares?

Well this is a tough one.  From a working out and physical health perspective I’d pick healthy lifestyle.  I try to run 2-3 times a week and used to do crazy things like marathons and triathlons.  I get grouchy when I don’t work out.  However, as I finish off a bag of Hot Tamales with a Diet Dr Pepper, I can state with certainty that I don’t practice a healthy lifestyle when it comes to food.

8. City or Suburbs?

City.  I’ve lived in New York and Chicago.  I want to retire in San Francisco, at least for awhile.  My theory is that people only live in the suburbs because they get lost in the maze of similarly named cul-de-sacs, ways, circles and lanes and just give up and buy a house at 123 SE Marigold Way.  Once they move in their neighbors tell them how to get to Walmart after they pay their HOA fees and join the pool.

9.  Limited choice or complete freedom?

I guess limited choice, even though it makes me squirm in my chair to write that down.  I believe that people should wear motorcycle helmets because if they fall someone else is going to have to pick their brains off the road.  I won’t ride bikes with someone not wearing a helmet because I don’t want to be the brain cleaner-upper.  I think complete freedom is great so long as you are a hermit living in a cave by yourself and your choices only impact you.  (Trust me, sometimes I really want to go live in a cave, but I would wear a helmet in case a rock slide hit me in the head and some unsuspecting future hermit found me with my grey matter leaking out.)  Brains play a big part in this belief of mine.

10.  Rainy day or snowy day?

I live in Denver, so snowy days happen frequently.  Rainy days are limited to spring, especially right-now-ish,  I love the smell of rain.  I love sleeping when it is raining.  I love the sound of rain and thunder.  I love my raincoat.  I like the word galoshes.  I gotta go with rain.

11. Writing on a device or writing by hand?

Writing on a device.  Man, if I had to write by hand no one would ever understand a word I put to paper, including me.  Terrible handwriting coupled with terrible spelling makes writing by hand a bad choice for me.  If it was 1915 instead of 2015 I’d have no dreams of being a writer.  Even I can’t read my chicken scratches.

This was fun!  Thanks again to Ms. Kwoted at https://kwoted.wordpress.com/ for the nomination.  My blog picks for this award will be coming soon, so write something awesome!

Vocabulary fight

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Last week was a crazy busy week.  Thursday night I should have worked, or I should have worked on my book, or I should have worked on this blog.  I didn’t do any of those things.  I sat down and thought through my options and consciously said, “Screw it.  I am tired.  I am watching TV.”  I sat my butt down on the couch and tuned out.  I didn’t knit.  I just sat there like a big lump and did nothing.  I felt a bit guilty, but I consciously made my decision to shirk responsibility for a night.

My husband got home, walked in the door and said, “Wow, remember Monday when our house was clean?”  Dagger through the heart.  See, I’d gone through my list of things I thought I should be doing and chose TV.  I did not go through the list of things others thought I would do.  That’s when I realized my major life frustration right now.

“Ugh, do you know what I hate about our life right now?” I asked.  “There is no fun without repercussion.”

My husband looked at me and said, “I think that’s the wrong word. I think you mean consequence.”

(We have an ongoing fight at our house about who has a better vocabulary.  Mine is better, in case you were wondering.)

Then he went on, “You know repercussion is like percussion.  What does that have to do with what you are talking about?”

I rolled my eyes because my mechanical engineer of a husband should not feign expertise in word derivation.

Cue the English teacher.  I called my mom the next morning and told her about the fight.  Then I asked, “So is it no fun without repercussion, no fun without consequence, or no fun without ramification?”  I’d added the last word to the list during my nightly musing on the argument.

Cue the dictionary.  Not the Google one, or the online one, but the big heavy red one that sits next to my laptop.  Mom got hers too.  Here is what we decided:

  • Repercussion – there are unintended results to what you did
  • Consequence – can be good or bad, and you pretty much know what’s going to happen
  • Ramification – a derived effect of an action

So, mom and I decided I was right with my original thought.  I don’t like the fact that every time I have fun there are unexpected negative consequences, and that equals repercussion.  Before my husband showed up and yelled about the messy house I just had consequences.  Had I been reprimanded at work the next morning for not doing something Thursday night that would have been a ramification.  Glad we got that settled.

Cue the husband again.  I explained to him our research, our logic, and our conclusion and he just looked at me like he couldn’t give a crap about the exact nature of my current frustration.  That, my friends, is why I have a better vocabulary than he does.  Because I care about the right word enough to hypothesize, research, and prove my case and he does not.  I win.

Cue the raspberry noise!  Phlbbttt!

Redefining our nation’s future (a message of hope)

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This week one of my co-workers is getting married to her partner.  She is so excited.  They’ve been together forever, but finally they can have a real wedding.  She’s excited and giddy and cute in a totally not-her kind of way.  I’m not one for weddings.  My husband and I eloped.  But this wedding, this one feels special to me: fragile and new and filled with hope that things are changing.

We’ll be in her performance review together when my phone will buzz.  I’ll check, because I always check.  My kid might be sick.  There might be an emergency at work.  This time the message will be from the Washington Post.  It will announce that the Supreme Court has decided that marriage between two adults who love each other is A-Okay whether you are a man and a woman, a woman and a woman, or a man and a man.  (The message will be much more professional in it’s phrasing.)  I will tear up.  I will show her the note.  She will tear up.

We will celebrate together that for the first time there isn’t a question if her relationship or my relationship is more official.  We will both know that if our spouse is sick we will be able to visit him/her in any emergency room in any state because she/he will be recognized as our spouse.  We will know that when our spouse dies or we die our assets will go to our partner automagically.  We will have the same hard choices if our marriage doesn’t work out.

I hope that the Supreme Court makes law what I know in my heart to be true.  Adults who love each other and are willing to commit their lives to each other deserve the same rights and recognition regardless of the individual’s genders.  I hope I can tell my daughter someday about this week with pride and joy.  We are at a crossroads and I hope we go the right way.