Thursday, March 8, 2018

I'm In Here

Today's earworm: I'm In Here, by Sia.

Lovely, and sad.


Wednesday, March 7, 2018

Keep Out

So many questions....


Monday, March 5, 2018

52

Herself speaks.

Happy birthday, Beloved Husband.  I made you a cake from scratch -- it is a fudge cake, with mocha icing. The recipe seems surprisingly light despite the abundance of chocolate. We shall see how you like it.

Do you realize that we have known one another for 57% of your entire life? That is a long time, isn't it? Yet is has gone quickly.

I hope you enjoy your cake, and many, many more years of birthdays to come. 


Saturday, March 3, 2018

Black Panther

Herself speaks.

We went to see Black Panther this evening. It was an excellent movie, beautifully filmed, well acted, and entertaining. A refreshing change from standard superhero fare.

The best part, for me, was the female presence throughout the movie. It was magnificent: it was neither "token female" nor "look we are diversifying by making some characters female", but rather, women as an integral -- and natural -- part of the story. Whereas Wonder Woman was a solitary woman in the world of Men, in Black Panther, women are security, technology, and a driving force for aid and betterment of society, working together and as part of the whole of the world. Magnificent, indeed.

Once more, I did not know what was missing, until I saw this movie.

Kudos, women of Wakanda. And thank you.

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Thursday, March 1, 2018

Caterpillar

Herself speaks.

Offspring the Second turns twenty-three today. He is such a lovely person: bright, inquisitive, polite, thoughtful, kind-hearted and witty. It is always a pleasure to speak with him. When he shares his point of view with me, I see the world anew through his eyes, and I am made a better person. 

Beloved Husband sent me a few pictures of Offspring the Second's first days. In one in particular, Offspring the Second slumbers peacefully in his fuzzy green onesie, resting in my arms like a wee green caterpillar, dreaming of the day when he will be a butterfly. 

And in the blink of an eye, this once-tiny little person is grown and has transformed into an angular, delightful young man on the threshold of all sorts of wonderful possibilities. Go forth, Offspring the Second, and see where the winds of the world take you. 

I look forward to seeing where he flies.