my second blog entry

"What's this?", you say, "Where's the first entry?" Well, I was typing up this poignant, interesting, hilarious (in my humble opinion) post, when I had a format problem. I called my computer whiz husband, Pat, (who did author the very first entry) who promptly lost the whole thing! Now maybe this is karma for refusing to learn anything but the basics about computers, but I remain unconvinced. Like Sherlock Holmes, I figure that my brain space is limited, so I choose not to use space that duplicates information to which I already have access. Suffice it to say the log was about self-care and my Wonder Woman complex.

I plan to have a few regular features to aid and abet my anal retentive tendencies, not to mention writer's block. The first will be entitled "Songs From My Subconscious." My music tastes are pretty pop rock-y, although I fell off the music train about 10 years ago, so perhaps I should say 'classic hits'. But I usually respond to any music if it's words are understandable, and communicate a good story or positive message. And I do darn near anything to avoid self-reflection and meditation. Q: why blog? A:...wait for it... "I don't know!" ba da boom Okay, now back at the ranch. SOOOO, every once in awhile I wake up with a song in my head that hangs on until I figure out why it's there...my subconscious' cri de coeur. And this week has been a doozy.

* *Season of the Witch* was Friday's song. Well, that was easy to figure. There I was in Portland ,at the [MANA](http://www.mana.org) conference with 400 uppity women, midwives whose raison d'etre is to subvert the dominant paradigm, empower families and of course, catch babies. Tho' I was not involved in any nakedness, some of my companions went to some hot springs and took off every stitch to soak.

* *You Can Call Me Al* stayed with me on Saturday until I realized that I was bodily dragged, or guarded into self-care by two of my partner midwives, N. & R. We skipped a conference session to go to the ocean, [Cannon Beach](http://www.cannon-beach.net) and [Haystack Rock](http://www.cannonbeach.org/main/haystackrock.html) in particular. Stopped on the way to see the biggest Sitka spruce in the country in a place where fairies live, got to wade in the Pacific, see some tide pools, smell the salt and listen to the gulls, with scintillating conversation and much laughter. Thank you both very much, ladies!

* Sunday's song was *The Edison Museum* by They Might Be Giants. A weird choice unless you know that it's one of my kids' favorites. It had taken me half of a three-hour layover in Minneapolis to figure out that I wasn't excited about this trip because I was freaked out at leaving my family; this trip was the longest that I'd ever been away from them. EVER! I did get over it, though, esp. after champagne, brie and a bubble bath. As I told N. and R., I know how to pamper myself; I just rarely do it. However, my subconscious was not impressed by Brie and was telling men so in no uncertain terms.

* Today's song was a chant I heard while attending a workshop on "Singing the Babies Out". "There's a river of birds in migration. A nation of women with wings." Guess the subconscious finally jumped on board, albeit too late. Now I'm back to laundry and a filthy house. Oh well, greener grass and next year in Boulder.