In summer they call us the land of the Midnight Sun. At least that's what they call it in Fairbanks. Our days aren't that long in summer this far South. Therefore, our days are not as short in winter. Yesterday I was outside with the kids and couldn't resist these photos of the moon still up at 11:00 am. The other good thing about living here is that you can get up at 9am and still do yoga at sunrise. Friday night I kept Falcom and Marina overnight for the first time in over 6 months. This is a good sign that I am on my way to recovery from the events of the past 6 months. Either that or I'm relapsing in my co-dependent tendencies. Just kidding.
I have always subscribed to the village model. That it takes a village to raise a child. I have been putting the rest of the village on hold while I concentrated on raising Maya. But I'm starting to feel like I can join the Human Race again. Of course, I still have days when I just want to "drop out". I mean that in the 60's sense. I totally get now why my groovier older brothers and sisters wanted to drop out. The funny thing is, most of them now have computers and internet and mutual funds just like the rest of us. But I am so overwhelmed by The Information Age that I frequently long to move to a very small island, live in a grass hut and blog by candle light. Oh wait, that last part didn't sound right.
I have a tendency towards fantasy. Lately I've been fantasizing about the reviews on the jacket cover of my future book, Operating Instructions for the Adoptive Parent. New York Times calls it: "Depressing, but funny!" The San Francisco Chronicle: "Irene Wise is a younger Ann Lamott, without the alcohol tolerance". Ann Lamott would say: "Irene, you rock! I look forward to reading your blog every week!"