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I keep meaning to post, but not making the time. Here are some headlines.
Bad things have been happening to good people. It really isn't on, and wants a stop putting to. Big sympathy to all who have been affected.
(I am actually quite upset/angry, but dealing with it in the mature way by writing slightly sarcastic comments.)
Semi-relatedly, I've been thinking about evolution and just how alien and rubbish it is, and how entirely amoral a force the natural world is. If humans did that sort of stuff we'd be absolutely shocked and outraged at the behaviour. And it's so unplanned and stupid and wasteful. We can do so much better.
We can also do pretty badly though. I have many Thoughts about the euro, and the recent negotiations, as you might expect. (Short version: Oh dear. Longer version: Available on request but unlikely to be more consoling.)
Childcare is more grounded, and - on average - way cheerier.
**FIXME was an angelic sheep in his school nativity play. My secular instincts were reassured by the seamless integration of Santa and his elves in to the narrative. I shall long remember the lad who was the Star. You know how some small children in plays take it upon themselves to physically prompt their more forgetful schoolmates to move in the direction they ought to go next? Well, the Star had to stand around most of the time, so had clearly developed a good sense of who ought to go where next, and took his responsibility for guiding people seriously. So from now on, every time I hear 'they were guided by a star' I shall imagine a self-important small boy star shoving them in the correct direction with an air of slightly irritable impatience.
**TODO has decided to wear big boy pants, and is doing pretty well. I may well have washed my last nappies! (We use disposables overnight because the washables frequently proved unequal to the task.) He's also - perhaps not coincidentally - getting less enraged by minor things. He is still prone to erupting in outrage when things are not as he wants them to be before he has articulated what the problem is, which makes fixing the situation rather difficult. But he's doing it much less.
I'm very struck at the moment with not having babies or toddlers any more. That time has passed. Mostly in a haze of sleep deprivation. But it was wonderful and moving and lovely, and now I have two children who can move their muscles voluntarily and eat solids and talk and everything - far more like two small and terribly inexperienced adults than two space aliens teleported in to unfamiliar and uncooperative bodies. I miss rocking babies in my arms. But not the bit where I do it all night every night for three whole years.
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Bad things have been happening to good people. It really isn't on, and wants a stop putting to. Big sympathy to all who have been affected.
(I am actually quite upset/angry, but dealing with it in the mature way by writing slightly sarcastic comments.)
Semi-relatedly, I've been thinking about evolution and just how alien and rubbish it is, and how entirely amoral a force the natural world is. If humans did that sort of stuff we'd be absolutely shocked and outraged at the behaviour. And it's so unplanned and stupid and wasteful. We can do so much better.
We can also do pretty badly though. I have many Thoughts about the euro, and the recent negotiations, as you might expect. (Short version: Oh dear. Longer version: Available on request but unlikely to be more consoling.)
Childcare is more grounded, and - on average - way cheerier.
**FIXME was an angelic sheep in his school nativity play. My secular instincts were reassured by the seamless integration of Santa and his elves in to the narrative. I shall long remember the lad who was the Star. You know how some small children in plays take it upon themselves to physically prompt their more forgetful schoolmates to move in the direction they ought to go next? Well, the Star had to stand around most of the time, so had clearly developed a good sense of who ought to go where next, and took his responsibility for guiding people seriously. So from now on, every time I hear 'they were guided by a star' I shall imagine a self-important small boy star shoving them in the correct direction with an air of slightly irritable impatience.
**TODO has decided to wear big boy pants, and is doing pretty well. I may well have washed my last nappies! (We use disposables overnight because the washables frequently proved unequal to the task.) He's also - perhaps not coincidentally - getting less enraged by minor things. He is still prone to erupting in outrage when things are not as he wants them to be before he has articulated what the problem is, which makes fixing the situation rather difficult. But he's doing it much less.
I'm very struck at the moment with not having babies or toddlers any more. That time has passed. Mostly in a haze of sleep deprivation. But it was wonderful and moving and lovely, and now I have two children who can move their muscles voluntarily and eat solids and talk and everything - far more like two small and terribly inexperienced adults than two space aliens teleported in to unfamiliar and uncooperative bodies. I miss rocking babies in my arms. But not the bit where I do it all night every night for three whole years.
This entry crossposted to http://doug.dreamwidth.org/232081.html, where there are
comment(s) not shown here.