Have a Very Peri (menopausal) Winter-Based Celebration, including, but by no means limited to those of a judeo-christian origin

Could be an interesting time in our lives. And not just for the obvious dearth of decent holiday music.

It would/could/might be that I have begun that "ten, maybe fifteen" year long journey into perimenopause. And it would/could/might (ha!) be that I'm not such an un-complex and shoddy mother thinking that Virginia Woolf jumped the gun (no suicide puns, I swear) a teensy bit about that whole rest cure thing because Gawdalmighty, I am tired and I hurt and I would like to rest. No, it could be that I am really just PERI MENO PAUS AL. I will, of course, strive to remain the same dysthymic and unipolar mess we know me as, but who can say?

Put that in your hat and smoke it.

There exists the most diaphanous and ephemeral possibility that the hairball of physical and mental woes I daily bear has due cause. PERI MENO PAUS E. Yesterday I saw an EN DO CRON OL OG IST with a Ph. D in hairball and he said, "looks about right to me."

Flame on, I say.

Seriously, this is some awful shit (sorry Jenny). PMS, Pregnancy, Labor, Nursing, Mastitis, Baby Belly, all that stuff is cake (carb loading) compared to this. If this is something that can be fixed...aww, what am I saying? That's about as likely as a black president.

Oh. Well, Good for me. On both counts. And good for my children. On both counts.

In the Land of Cotton

For all that I might bemoan my untimely burial in the Heart Of Dixie, I must tell you that I felt lucky-- no, blessed to be here on Election Day. My adopted state is a pitiful lesson in civil rights history, but on that day, I flat-out felt something Holy moving through. Truly, it was as if we collectively and finally remembered that way-put-away thing we call hope. Dragged it out, dusted it off, tightened it's wobbly bits and set it up high and bright for all the world to see. Our children called it a magic day, and we told them no different, but it was the simple light of our old-new pride that shined the day so brightly.

Glory, Glory.