Not a lot of time to sit and write and yet tons of time sitting.

I feel like we are get­ting on top of this crazy jour­ney… although change is a con­stant, so it’s more that I am learn­ing to flow with the changes.

The money from the video com­pet­i­tion prize came through and I hope to go shop­ping for a new camera soon. I got a call from the people who run Moving Mel­bourne, where they make posters of art and poetry for trains, saying that “Rapun­zel Goes Explor­ing” has been selec­ted for this sea­son’s posters. I am think­ing about what work I might do and how much work I want to do soon. I am explor­ing social net­works and play­ing Lexu­lous on Face­book. I am think­ing about com­munit­ies and par­ent­ing and what it means. I am think­ing about what other blogs I could write. I am singing “Que Sera, Sera” and Don McLean’s “Babylon” to Harper (I like how the minor notes sound).

I am fold­ing wash­ing and wash­ing dishes and cook­ing meals, some­times while a little girl sleeps and some­times while she is watch­ing me from a boun­cinette. I am watch­ing The Wire and Rome and Doll­house and Grey’s Ana­tomy and loving all of it. I have been tidy­ing our room and I am giving away things on Free­cycle slowly, piece by piece.

My good friend Matt has been stay­ing here with his new girl­friend. It’s been won­der­ful to see him and have intense chats about altru­ism and fem­in­ism and par­ent­ing. We had dinner with deri­gueur and emily­jane on Friday night and it was a won­der­ful night of wine and laughter and food and dicus­sion and Scrabble.

Life is good.