Monday, February 8, 2010

That's no ladle, that's my knife

I have an old friend who is a real planner. She's great at planning. She's got at least a 2 year schedule for every possible job move, life decision, and each associated emotion. And that's cool - it works for her.

I am also a planner, or I used to be, but since I'm also a morose depressive, attempts at long range planning often lead me down a dark road with the utter futility of life waiting at the end of it.

The other night my planning friend decided to take me to task over Baby's lack of A PLAN (read lack of money) regarding possible parenthood. Although I started thinking in internet acronyms (OMG, WTF? That's my wife you're talking about! That's just not done, IMHO!), I didn't say anything much. Then after I hung up the phone I got progressively more and more steamed.

But I'm not going to call my friend back and try to explain that I'm angry because I don't think she would understand. Instead, I am going to list here some reasons why Baby's drive to follow her bliss, consequences be damned, makes me happy:

First off, Baby would not be my partner of twelve years if she hadn't jumped on a train and moved across the country to be with me before we'd even had a first date. (Yes, we are really lesbians.) If that is not a positive result of a spontaneous action, I don't know what is.

Baby loves dogs, I mean REALLY loves dogs. She will rush up to a stranger's dog and talk directly to it, regardless of the owner in question. This has not only gotten me over my fear of dogs, but has made us some friends in the neighborhood.

Along the same lines, Baby is friendly to everybody and expects that they will be friendly back. And mostly they are. So I end up living in a friendlier place too.

Baby has patience to wait out unpleasant aspects of what she sees as a positive situation. For instance, she balances the irritating aspects of our food coop against the good food and occasional cool people. She balances my crying jags against the times I'm NOT being a nut job.

Basically Baby is just good at loving stuff. Which is very nice to be around.

There. Thanks for reading my sappy post. Now I don't have to bite my friend's head off.


  1. What a sweet, wonderful post. Your feelings really shine through.

  2. Sounds like some great reasoning. It's hard for someone who is a planner to see a situation that looks poorly planned. I can say that because I'm a planner and lately my life plan looks like it's a freaking mine field. Fact of the matter is though that even the best laid plans can end in disaster and the most spontaneous things ever can work out fabulous. You just never know.

  3. Both planning and saying PLANNING BE DAMNED can be good things.

    Bionic? She's not good, she's AWESOME.