Election

It was only last week that I truly began to allow myself to believe that John Howard's government would lose the election. The polls had said so all year, but somehow I just couldn't believe it. The economy was strong. Paranoia about national security still prevailed. John Howard, while never exactly popular, was widely respected.

But it was more than that. People were tired of the government, but there wasn't that wierd build up of energy you normally get when a government is thrown out - as if the nation is preparing, not so much to vote, as to collectively vomit something up. I thought the government would just fall over the line and be re-elected.

But last week, I could truly begin to feel that change in the air. My heart, schooled to sticking with political logic rather than hope, began to sing.

And oh, the joy of watching the vote count. I had actually forgotten how truly gratifying it is to watch the defeat of political enemies. I was surprised by my own malicious pleasure as the familiar faces were crossed off as they lost their seats. Smite them, O Lord. So perish all my enemies!

It's only a year or so since the government looked completely invincible. I still cannot quite believe that John Howard has not only lost the election, but also apparently his own seat. It's the biggest rejection of a PM since 1929. Actually, I didn't take much pleasure in that part. There is something rather horrible about how ruthless politics is - and the way he suddenly looked so old.

But I must say, it is a relief. Part of the relief is specific things like knowing that we will finally be out of Iraq and making some kind of genuine effort on climate change. But a lot of it is finally feeling like we are somehow getting back to thinking about someone other than ourselves. For the past few years, Australian politics has been mostly alternating appeals to our immediate greed and whipping up of our worst fears and prejudices. It's been mostly boring, preoccupied with the most incredibly short-term and parochial suburban concerns, and when it hasn't been boring, it's really felt kind of disgusting. And it just hasn't felt like the Australia I know and love.

After feeling so disconnected for so long, I finally feel a bit hopeful again. Kevin Rudd is not exactly a messiah. He's a geeky, boring kind of guy who talks in soundbites. But I am finally hearing a long term plan for this country that isn't all about buying huge houses, cluttering up the roads with SUVs and bugger the next generation.

Could it be that I will actually enjoy politics again?

Better Than I Would Have Thought

I can't remember when I have ever felt less inspired about the idea of sex than last night. I was tired, I was fed up from clearing out our shed, and I was kind of pissed at my Big Dude for reasons I can't remember right now.

But he showered my neck and shoulders with kisses. Then the kissing was good - tender and passionate and intimate. Then the sex was great- three lovely orgasms for me, the last one simultaneously with him.

Sometimes an evening works out a whole lot better than you think it will.

I Spoke Too Soon

I spoke too soon when I mentioned a well-laid woman. That is one thing I am not this week.

We had plans, but they weren't fulfilled - and neither was I!

Subtlety

All this week, I have been cooking. My Big Dude loves it. Thai chicken noodle soup with coriander, Chicken curry with fresh ginger, corn fritters... all his favourites have been there.

I even returned to cooking for the local church's emergency help. They maintain a large freezer for meals for the hungry, and I contributed 15 meals to their supply.

My Big Dude was exulting over my sudden activity in the kitchen. I said, "A well laid woman is much more inclined to cook".

Subtle, huh?