Last night I went to a political dinner. Everything that is NOT up my alley: leave kids with babysitter, get dressed up, wear makeup, meet strangers, talk politics with people I might not already agree with.
However, I ended up having a pretty good time. For every man who wanted to talk strategy and speechwriting, there usually was a very nice wife who could talk about other things. (Shak Hill's wife was very nice, and so were Mark Berg's and Mike Webert's wives and several not famous but very pleasant other ladies.) So it wasn't all one topic for three hours. I sometimes think I get along better with men because they are so direct, but in all honesty, if it's a room full of total strangers, I prefer talking to women. They are always looking for common ground with you and not looking to argue. I appreciate that.
The reason I went to this, the reason it was a Big Huge Deal, was because John was officially announcing his candidacy. Which means I can now tell you: he is running for our local town council.
Everyone's main question to me was some variation on, "How did he convince you to agree to it?" I guess many of these political men are held back from running because their wives won't agree to it. You really can't run for office without your spouse's support -- it's too demanding and a candidate's spouse can't really stay out of the limelight, much as they might prefer to.
My answer was always some variation of, "Well, I wasn't keen on it, but then I thought, I'd like a nice town to live in and somebody's gotta do the work!"
I have been discouraging John from getting too involved in politics for a long time. I have my doubts as to its effectiveness in actually changing anything, because both getting elected and passing anything once you get there involves so much compromise that your own values are pretty much unrecognizable in the final product. And corruption is so rampant that an honest man never seems to go far.
But John believes change is possible, and if he's wrong there's no hope for this country. I'd rather believe his optimism than my pessimism. If there's a chance he's right, I have to let him try.
Anyway, on the local level one person can make a lot more of a difference. There are small things, non-partisan things like money mismanagement and taxes and electric bills, that really just need a smart, principled person who knows how to negotiate with the other members of the council and the other levels of government. That's something I know John can do.
Already the campaign takes him away from home on evenings and weekends much more than I'd like. But that sacrificing is my way of giving back. I do little enough for anyone else in the world, the least I can do is free up John to do something for our town.
And that's the long answer.
The kids were NOT good for the babysitter. Apparently Michael could fall asleep, but not stay asleep to get put in his bed. And that ruckus kept Marko up. It sounded awful and the poor woman earned her money for sure.
BUT, after that Michael slept pretty well! He woke up at about one a.m. because he'd rolled out of bed, but he fell asleep in my arms on the way back to our room. So I rocked him a bit and laid him down on his bed in our room. He woke up another time and just fell back to sleep with some shushing and patting and putting his blanket back on. And then at five or so he crawled into bed and I just went ahead and nursed him. Birds were singing, I figured it wasn't "night" anymore but "morning lie-in."
So, a night with no nursing! WIN!
Marko, though, woke up a little after five and didn't go back to sleep. And that's after going to sleep at nine. I foresee today will be a bit cranky. However, it is gorgeous today, the rain of earlier in the week is quite gone, so I think we will go to the park.
My tomato plants all turned a little yellow after being transplanted, so I gave them some nitrogen. (Let's not talk about where I get the nitrogen. It's organic though.) Then they turned purple! Purple on the undersides of the leaves and on all the new growth. A little googling told me that tomatoes can't uptake phosphorus very well when it's too cold ..... i.e. yes, my overeagerness to plant them is hurting them after all, despite the lack of frost. Oh well. I'll cover them up at night with milk cartons and see if that helps. Anyone know any convenient sources of phosphorus that I might have around the house?
Um ..... let's just leave you with a poem about May. I memorized this in boarding school for Mother's Day. I was given 24 hours to learn the whole thing, and I actually did, but as I recollect my delivery was atrocious. However, you can rap it. Try it.
May is Mary's month, and I
Muse on that, and wonder why.
Her feasts follow reason,
Dated due to season.
Read the rest here.
More quick takes are here.