So. I didn't mean to take a break. I thought I'd update. And then some time passed and I thought, I better make it a good one, like I've been thinking in the meantime, but I hadn't, (been thinking) and so more time passed and a bit more, enough to prove that perfectionism is nothing but a tripwire and you are better off having nice, achievable, low standards.
Let's not expect too much, therefore, this time, or ever, in fact.
- Guess what? ADOPTION NEWS. The US is going to open in a few weeks! Now, even allowing for the inevitable time-slide, that is soon. We are currently agonising over whether to do a switcheroo to the USA. There is an element of gamble involved, (of course. Can anything be straightforward? Resounding NO.), because while the US will open soon, India, our first choice, will most likely be faster, given the sheer numbers involved. The US is, however, probably the more natural option for us, since we have real ties to it: the JB has an American passport, and I lived there for some years. India was more of an instinctive choice - though undoubtedly a beautiful, diverse country with a multi-layered and rich culture, I am more fascinated by it than anything. What is needed here, it seems, is a Indian Trip. [Insert prolonged travel day-dream].
However, however - our adoption training emphasized that we need to able to foster a positive image of the country of origin and where possible a continuing relationship with it, and I do hope not to sound like a smug middle-class Westerner, but I believe we could do that with either of these countries. And while I am at it, my child will like vegetables, play the piano and be an excellent sleeper. COME AND GET ME HUBRIS.
- Not unrelated, I am sure, to the above, is the era of domestic tranquillity that the JB and I have of late entered in this funny three-legged race that is marriage. Progress - a plan - has had great benefits for the mental clarity and general atmos. Here we are, and the Lord knows, he may snore and neverstoptalking, but I can be absolutely myself with him, he makes me laugh till I actually fall over, he brings me tea, and his heart is fathoms deep and endlessly forgiving.
Gah, tempus has fuggited and I must now go and visit my parents. Tomorrow is the Women's Mini-marathon. I am running for Riding for the Disabled. RDA for the win! Or failing that, finish! Or at least, not get stretcher-ed out! RAR!
Till soon friends.