A Mischief Of Magpies

If the Sun were the size of a beach ball then Jupiter would be the size of a golf ball and a Mischief of Magpies would be as small as a pea.

Wednesday, December 21, 2005


I feel like I should change the name of this blog to stay at home dad, or the rad dad, or super dad, or used father sales, or something of that nature. Let's say that I'm enjoying my change of role from working sheep to Sam the home maker. I've made more cookies and done more baking than I have for the past three years. I am well rested. The day is mine to plan. I am the supervisor. I pick the activities and manage any conflicts. Within a certain schedule of course. I do laundry avery day I go shopping just about every day and I make dinner every day; I would make someone a great wife !

It's hard to let go of the emasculating feelings that I get some of the time. Society has so ingrained us with our gender roles and it takes lots of conscience thought to drown out my already in-progress social programming. However, I am successful most of the time and am enjoting my self despite society.

At a X-mas party this weekend I met a group of people called Hashers They are self described " a drinking club with a running problem " I don't know how I never ran into these people before. They seem to enjoy the same activities I do runnig, playing silly games, and drinking. On Wednesday I'm going to meet them for my first event. I'll be sure to try to take some pictures and give a full report of the experience.

Q and I are getting on wonderfully, from my perspective. It seems as if the Lexapro that I'm taking has made me impervious to hen pecking and neurosis allowing me to treat it as her problem instead of sharing in the emotion. So, in that way things are better for me.

I have found over the past week that if I take fifteen minutes to plan the days activities and meals that the day goes smoothly and fast as opposed to making it up as I go along. This thought follows the old maxim; plan your work and work your plan.

All of my Christmas shopping is done and I purchased a couple of small surprise things for Q and the girls. It should be a quiet Christmas with us three and my mother.

My urge for creative writing has slowed down a lot as I've been spending lots of times establishing the new order of my daily tasks with the kids. It is definitely more demanding in some ways than selling cars and nicer in many, many others. That's a post for a later time.

When I have no time to read blogs I make sure I read XtX & JQP.

Party Time, At Last?