DEFYING GRAVITY

Balance is difficult for some. Me? I am so unsymmetrical that I am amazed every time I make it across a room without falling over. Both my right arm and leg are significantly longer than my left - my eyes are misaligned enough that simple reading glasses need to be worn askance to be effective -- I can't chew bubble gum and walk at the same time.

So I forced constantly to adjust my stance, my momentum, my overall action and energies to not fall flat on the floor (although that literally do happen occasionally).

But I don't deliberately alternate my social and/or political beliefs to align and/or calculatingly clash (as some people do - the deliberate clash, I mean).


So I find myself somehow hanging somewhere around the middle of everything - and so infuriating EVERYONE ELSE.

I'm not the Republican conservative that most Mormons are - but I'm not the liberal Democrat that my husband wishes to be.

I support traditional family relationships -- but also am fully in favor of gays being allowed to marry.

I think abortion is the termination of a human life -- but don't think abortion should be illegal.

I agree that the government shouldn't be responsible for solving every one's problems -- but I have a disabled adult child who could  not live interdependently without food stamps and her state low-income health insurance.

I KNOW that the people who earn more money should be taxed more.

So I'm somewhere in the middle of all of this -and continue to make BOTH sides furious at me.

ROCK A BYE BABY

Rock-a-bye-baby, on the treetop

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall

And down will come baby cradle and all.

Is it just me, or are those lyrics just more than a little creepy?

Last night I got once again to sleep at a hospital with wires pasted onto my head and legs, my chin taped up, and a plastic mask over my face.

While people were actually paid to watch and record me drooling, dreaming and more than likely muttering ancient Egyptian curses in my sleep.

They did offer me a free cafeteria breakfast when I woke up promptly at 5 a.m., but I passed (hospital cafeterias are even scarier looking in the pre-dawn darkness).

Makes me appreciate more and more sleeping in my own bed tonight.