Out of the Will     Not Quite Nanook    Leelo Update
Someone Fetch Me A Swan Feather!  Sarah Vowell asserts that
bacon is The Food of Joy. She is wrong. The Food of Joy is
homemade mashed potatoes and gravy.   Stuck In Amber  Seymour
and I just had a long conversation with my mom about the Sienna
situation. As Seymour said, it is odd beyond words to be
discussing our potential future as the adoptive parents of a
little girl we've never met and who lives a thousand miles away.
But again, no one else is stepping up to advocate for her. All
relatives who live closer are locked in a holding pattern of
denial or hand-washing.  My mom was relating a conversation
she'd had with one such relative, who basically threw up her
hands and declared it to be "too late to do anything about it."
By which she meant way too difficult and fucking complicated and
brutal and nasty. Might as well let Sienna rot, in other words--
intervening means effort and tenacity and possibly long-term
heartbreak.  And then there's the strai