This cannot be a good thing or can it?  Now, I generally keep my head out of political discussions because I don’t know a lot.  I know, if I were to sit in a spectrum of politicality (new word?), where I would sit.  But, beyond that I don’t pay a lot of attention.

From Politics’n'Poetry

No one I know wants to see another Harper-led New Government of Canada.  But I hang out with people who didn’t vote for him in the first place.  What I need to hear are suggestions as to how we, as progressives, counterspin, break through the fear,  convince the electorate to stay the hell away from the Harpercrits when marking their Xs come the next federal election.

Lately, as my faithful, avid readers know, I have been contemplating how I might make some difference in the world.  The political sphere as a place for possible change has not passed me by.  I checked out both the Liberal and NDP pages.  If they don’t change by the time you look at them, what do they have in common?  Well, what I see, is negativity.  I know, I know, I am an idealist.  But, can’t we just have a leader?  A real, charismatic, brilliant leader?  Someone who is smarter than the average bear? Someone who doesn’t need to use smear tactics?  Or is that the way all politics are?

Taken from Wikipedia.

I don’t really know a lot about Trudeau.  I think that is a great picture though.  I did read the bio on him from Wikipedia.  I do know lots of people loved him and lots hated (the West).  But he did something.  He was smart.  But maybe he was just another politician too?  But, I somehow doubt that.  I don’t know if I would have supported Trudeau had I had the chance, but I do know that I find him interesting and inspiring today.

We have a civilized society today.  Yet the people, generally all of them, that run our country still exist as if they were 12 year olds–even Magnum Jack.  If this country were going to change, if this country were interested in the people of my age (and everyone else, for the most part) then we need a leader.  Someone with vision.  Not another stuffy, old white man… unless that stuffy, old white man has a vision.

Until then, I will remain uninterested.  Or until I am elected PM.

* Yah, anonymous.

I don’t have any new answers, but maybe a slogan.  I put it up ^^^ there.  Maybe it’s something I can incorporate a little more into my life.  I thought, the other day, maybe it’s time to stop asking questions about what to do and just start doing something and hope that when I stop swinging, I’ll be somewhere good.

I have been enjoying blogging.  It’s felt a lot better and more natural lately.  Feels sort of like I am writing to save my life (Anne Michaels, paraphrase of sorts).  I haven’t really written anything in a long time, but I feel like blogging is getting me somewhere.  Like tomorrow, maybe, it might be okay to start… again.

Edit- We moved our bed, I don’t know what direction, and it seems to be better, thus far.

I saw my ex-husband in the street.  I was sitting on the steps of the new library.

Hello, my life, I said.  We had once been married for twenty-seven years, so I felt justified.

He said, What? What life? No life of mine.

I said, O.K. I don’t argue when there’s real disagreement.  I got up and went into the library to see how much I owed them.

The librarian said $32 even and you’ve owed it for eighteen years.  I didn’t deny anything.  Because I don’t understand how time passes.

- Grace Paley, Enormous Changes at the Last Minute, “Wants”

I have started to re-read Paley’s book.  I read it a couple of years ago in Mike’s class and was blown away by it.  Arguably, the best short stories I have ever read.  At least, the best amount of consistently fantastic stories in a collection.  There are a couple of other good stories out there.

I am finding that being married is a weird thing.  Last New Years Eve, I went to an old ex-girlfriends wedding.  How and why I was there isn’t really that important.  It was a good party.  This June I got news that she was already getting divorced.  I was upset with her.  I said, They haved dated and lived together for the last four years.  What really changed since then?  I was wrong.  Marriage is different.  I know that now.  Not that I have any interest in divorce as an answer to problems (especially after 6 months), but I have begun to understand, as time goes by, how it changes, the weight of the commitment made.

I think one of the most interesting things about marriage is time or more notably–past, present and future.  And today, I am thinking about the past.  And even more peticularly, Leah’s past.  Because I have my past, but now, as a new couple (I need a bigger word than couple) I sort of assimilate her past as well. 

On Saturday, we walked down 8th Ave (Stephen Avenue) and I had never really done that before.  I felt like a tourist.  I felt like Calgary really wasn’t my city.  Leah, on the other hand, has lived here for some five years.  It is much more her city.  So she got to tell me different things, different memoriese as we walked through Calgary’s downtown.  And now that history is my history too. 

Although, time doesn’t really exist, right Tracy?

I didn’t like to go to a movie without your mother and enjoy myself.  They didn’t have babysitters in those days.  A wonderful invention, babysitters.  With this invention two people could be lovers forever.

“Oh!” he gasped, “my darling girl, excuse me . . .” Faith was surprised at his exclamation because the tears had come to her eyes before she felt their pain.

- “Faith in the Afternoon”

Oh time, you are so fickle and folly.