What? Prop 8 Threatens Existing Marriages? You Don’t Say

What? Prop 8 Threatens Existing Marriages? You Don’t Say

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Family Additions

It is official. I have been instructed by my mother-in-law to keep my super-spermmies to themselves. Yes folks, yet again we are expecting. It is a bit early to determine how many there are, and various sources have claimed that we have anywhere from one to four growing in there. One would be optimal. I would love for Sarah to be able to experience something more along the lines of a “normal” pregnancy and birth experience, especially in light of how traumatic the first time around was for us. Whether that is what is in store for us…your guess is as good as anyone’s at this point.

This does present some other complications that even now we are pondering how to address. For example, we are going to need a larger vehicle. There is simply no way that we can fit more than 2 car seats in either of our vehicles. Then there are the living conditions. HUD standards dictate 2 residents per bedroom. This will put us one over that limit unless we get into a larger apartment. Fortunately we have much of the physical infrastructure already in place, what with diapers, clothes and the like, so there won’t be added expenses there, but…another baby?!?

We are bouncing back and forth between shock and joy right now, wondering how we are going to do all the things we feel that we need to do…

 

Doormat or Steadfastness?

Recently the topic of Honour has been coming up a lot in different places that I frequent. It has also been coming up in conversation a lot lately, typically tied in with my continuing to work past the original layoff date, and the work that is being expected of me during this extension period. Many have voiced concerns that I am acting like a doormat, letting myself be walked upon, but I feel differently, and have been trying to find a way to express my take on all of this. Following is what I came up with during that self-examination of my experiences.

 

Ancestor Recognition: Forest Rice

In my journey as a Heathen I have been learning more about some of the practices of being a Heathen. One of those is honoring one’s ancestors. At first I thought that this was my family throughout history, and that thought was rather intimidating. After all, when my paternal great-grandfather came to America he intentionally left his heritage behind, wanting his children to be Americans, not Scandinavians, so he did not teach them anything about their heritage. The end result of this for me is that while I know that my family stretches back to the Scandinavian countries, I know nothing beyond a couple of generations. How was I supposed to honor my ancestors if I knew nothing about them?

 

Rainbows in the Sky

Lying back on a blanket with Caulla, relaxing in the shade and enjoying the gentle breeze, I gazed up at the sky. Lo, what did I see? Was it the sun? No, it was a rainbow! Hanging in the sky with high, wispy clouds as a backdrop, I saw the arc of a rainbow hanging in the sky. Upon pointing it out to Sarah, she proclaimed that it was a ring.

Is a rainbow still a rainbow if it is a ring? What does it mean when you spy a rainbow hanging in the sky without reaching down to the earth? Was this something special for Midsummer Day? Or was it a freak phenomenon of light refraction through water particles suspended in the atmosphere?

Me, I think I like the idea of it being something special being provided by the gods. Maybe one of them was painting in the sky, or doing their own celebration of this special day. I choose to be blessed by the vision of beauty that I saw in the sky today.