Sunshine and apple pie

Okay, no literal apple pie. Hmmmmm it is apple season though.

We had just a gorgeous walk today: it's the perfect early fall day - warm, sunny, with a cool breeze off the lake. The water sparkled and the breeze was enough to have a bit of a surf, so lots of sounds from the water at the park. The trees are still full - although I found one maple that was turning and shedding already - so Guildwood Parkway was shady and really nice to walk along.

I actually took some pictures & will download 'em soon. I met two neighbours and got the phone number for the local hair stylist who I may let have a crack at my hair, and generally started to settle into the neighbourhood as a stay-at-home mum. Which so far involves dropping dvds at the mailbox. :) Time to start getting on the mum-group thing.

Carl and I had a really good talk last night, after I'd shed my indignant and sleep-deprived tears at having someone treat my parenting journal as if it were a scrum on Dark Personalities, stomping into my virtual living room to hurl stupidity. Having a newborn really makes me vulnerable: all the dangers of the world seem magnified, as the reality of responsibility for an entire separate human being, young and helpless, sinks in.

I said I don't know what to do about my various forms of writing and of us in the system choosing to be and express who we are, given that it may leave our family and Noah open to attack. I mean, a dipshit comment on teh intarweb is not a huge deal, overall, but it is a kind of a whiff of the storms of indignation that break over people who are different - especially those who are different without shame or apology. And I felt that ruthless, parenting thing kick in. if there were anyone for whom I would bury it it would be my kid. So I said, should I?

Carl said with rather some heat that he thought being real was what we were all about. And when I said well, what do we do to protect our kid, he said that we form a strong family.

... okay!

I mean it's not entirely that simple and yet - it is, too.

And that, is the apple pie.

Shandra