Sometimes, we bloggers find that our schedules do not allow us the time to write about breaking news of interest to our readers in a timely manner. When the news breaks, we may have other plans and lack a paid staff or readily available understudies to fill in when we are away.
In the wake of the New York legislature’s vote to recognize same-sex marriages, I would have liked to have blogged more on the topic and have scribbled countless notes for a number of blog posts. But, I had planned a trip, first to Santa Barbara for a friend’s going away party and thence to the Bay Area to spend time with some family members. In the coming days, I will try to bring some order to my notes and write those posts, but for now, I write from the kitchen in my sister’s new house in the San Francisco ‘burbs, having just concluded a lengthy conversation with that spirited mother of a most energetic two-and-one-half year old.
For the past three days, I would have rather spent my time, dining with my mother (whose visit to SF was the occasion for my trip), hiking with my sister or playing with my nephew than organizing my notes and writing (hopefully) thoughtful posts on gay marriage.
Those three paragraphs were supposed to have served as the introduction to the first post I had wanted to write on gay marriage. Perhaps, I should leave them as a reflection on blogging, but I do want to add one more thing.
Part of the “play” with my nephew involved a trip to Traintown, a railway-themed mini-amusement park featuring “a quarter scale railroad on 4 miles of track.” On our twenty-minute ride, although I focused on my nephew, I did notice a (presumably) lesbian couple and their child. One mother who had the short hair and very matter-of-fact manner of many lesbians I know and showed the same solicitude toward her daughter that my sister regularly shows her son, gently, at one time, offering her a sippy cup when the child seemed thirsty and not letting it fall when she rejected it soon thereafter, thrusting it at her Mommy (without regard to her willingness or ability to hold onto it). [Read more…]