The Circle of Life

BZ, the baby of this family, is on her way to Indonesia. Plot and Duck spoke with her as she was packing yesterday, after they had gone next door to see baby Vaughn Michael, one day old, who was born upstairs with midwives attending. Both Plot and Duck find the idea of birthing a baby at home to be a bit scary, but when they were there yesterday, watching Athena being able to lie back in her own bed with her own blankets in her own room, without any of the hospital smell and protocol -- well, it looked pretty nice.

All are healthy and happy, though the birth was not an easy one, and it has to do with cervixes, but that is information Plotnik neither comprehends completely nor really wants to think about much, and he is pretty sure the plural of cervix is not cervixes.

You know -- the people who built this house were childless German immigrants. The next owners were Nicaraguan ex-nuns. There were several renters and then a few short term owners before Plot and Duck, and there was one child in that bunch but he surely wasn't born at home. So it's safe to say there has never been a baby born at Great Plotnik World Headquarters in the 120 years of its existence. That may be true for the whole neighborhood, although now that things seem to be moving backwards again this may change.

If the Republicans get in there will be no more sex without a permit. But the permit will be harder to acquire because the Permit Bureau will be abolished.

Still, there will be babies, eh? Nice, sweet smelling, cuddly babies.

Plot had the Circle of Life in his head yesterday. So last night on the phone he said to his Mom: "Mom, next door we have a one day old baby!"

"So what does that have to do with me?" she said.