Thursday, 22 April 1999
Diversity
I've always loved diversity. When corporate amerika made 'diversity' one of their buzzwords, I jumped that particular bandwagon pretty quickly. Over the years, I've experienced a wealth of diversity in my neighborhoods, work environment, community projects and personal life.When Tom bought this house, he couldn't have done a better job in choosing a home that I'd be pleased to marry into. There are train tracks nearby (I love train whistles in the night); there is a creek just down the street (I simply must have access to tadpoles in the spring), and there is diverse group of folks in the neighborhood.
We have the young, the elderly and the middle aged. We have little kids and teens with loud cars. 
When out walking or sitting on the bench in the front yard, I see very colorful native garb and hear languages that I don't understand. I'm certainly happy, though, about our newest neighbors. They moved in about a week ago and it looks like they are going to stay a little while.
Tom first saw them flying over the roof of our house. Since then, we've seen them strolling down the sidewalk, resting on curbs, and lounging in various gardens. They seem to be very much in love. It seems that they have taken up residence in my neighbor's backyard. For some reason, she doesn't mow her yard, so I can see where it might be a happy place for ducks.
I wonder if saying ducks is politically correct.
Tomorrow morning, I'll be heading out to the ranch to babysit my lovely granddaughter. Although I love them to pieces, anything that takes me away from my husband and our safe haven is traumatic. This will be the first night I've spent away from home since we were married.
I don't think I"m ready to be weaned.
