Sarah took Rowan off to her swimming lesson this morning, as she does every Monday and Wednesday. At these swimming lessons is a beautiful little baby named Lola, who is brought by her dad, Gordon. Lola is black, and Gordon isn’t.
This morning Lola’s other dad, Robin, was there. Lola was adopted.
Lola was adopted from the States.
Gordon and Robin went to the States and adopted a baby. Lola.
We’re all clear on the details here?
OK, here’s the fun part: if one lives in the U.S. and wishes to adopt a baby, a Caucasian baby costs more. (Apparently it makes no financial difference if you come in from another country.)
Oh. My. Good. God. I wish I was kidding. Only, I’d never kid about something like this.
So it would seem that adopting an American baby is a lot like picking up dinner from KFC. “Premium cost for white meat when available.”
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This is an interesting situation. Our internet access has been down since I got up this fine morning.
So I’m writing this happy little entry at 1:00 pm. How much time will have elapsed before I can post it?
Just one of those days, I guess.
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On the 21st of January 1991 I left my family in the Kapuskasing airport early in the morning and got on a plane. Since, you know, that’s what one does in an airport.
From there I went to Pearson International in Toronto, at which I spent the next, like, 17 hours reading Calvin & Hobbes treasuries and listening to my Walkman while I waited to get onto another airplane. (Flying stand-by is fun. Don’t let anyone try and tell you any differently.)
But eventually I managed to wind my way all the way to the West Coast and landed in Vancouver, a transplanted Ontarian — just like everyone else.
And here I’ve been ever since.
In those 14 years I’ve attended one school, taken two non-school courses, had three (live-in) girlfriends (not all at the same time — this isn’t Utah!), eight jobs, played in five bands, moved 11 times, started my own business, gotten married and had a child.
Yeah, you know, looking back on it, it’s not all that impressive.
Oh well. In another 14 years I’ll have a 14-year old. That oughtta be interesting.
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