Let's have "lunch"

[flexagon]

Ha. What a blissfully unproductive day it has been. I'm not always happy when a lunch date with someone turns into a 3-hour session of picking the universe apart, but in bluechromis' case it's all good... because I have no idea what makes me happier, picking the universe apart or cackling like a mad hag about the funny side (okay, sides) of our neuroses. Whee, they both make me giddy. I think it's feeding some girly little bit of me that's been dormant ever since my friend Sarah walked away from me in the schoolyard when we were 11 because I wasn't cool and she wanted to be popular. Oh yes, and she also buys me lunch, so I can eat while she offers up all these fascinating thoughts to talk about. And then she wonders why I don't mind listening to her...? Not remotely a mystery, my dear. :)

I would post some more thoughts about actual discussion topics, but B and D will be over soon with Chinese takeout--yes, I'm living off my friends today--so I had best get to folding my laundry.

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[flexagon]

Yeah, there's definitely something about the 4-day weekend coming up that's taken some of the pressure off doing stuff in this one. Beyond the usual chores I have been l-a-z-y and I'm going to do more of it soon.

The Amish have a lot figured out, it's true. But... I don't want to be a farmer. I do look to simplify, but if I cut out all the things they cut out I'd, well, have to be a farmer. Sigh.

I like the "midwife in a birthing center" approach. That way you could have more sophisticated stuff available in case of any crisis, but still most likely have the natural experience.

I sometimes fall into the trap of thinking of pregnancy as an unnatural condition just because it's so drastically different from normal, but intellectually I agree with you and the book that it's really not.

[bluechromis.livejournal.com]

Yeah, being a farmer doesn't really trip my trigger either. Oh well, we'll have to go on tilling the urban soil, whatever that means. :)