Accordingly,in light of the conclusions we reach concerning the constitutionalquestions brought to us for resolution, we determine that the languageof section 300 limiting the designation of marriage to a union "betweena man and a woman" is unconstitutional and must be stricken from thestatute, and that the remaining statutory language must be understoodas making the designation of marriage available both to opposite-sexand same-sex couples. In addition, because the limitation of marriageto opposite-sex couples imposed by section 308.5 can have noconstitutionally permissible effect in light of the constitutionalconclusions set forth in this opinion, that provision cannot stand.

YES!!!

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In other news, I rode my bike today. Up to the park and back. My legs are wobbly. I'm so woefully out of shape. But YAY ME!!!!

Temp is currently 73. Looking for 88 by 5pm. We have a ball game at 6!

BABY DUCKS!!! EEEE!!! Hatching and then tucked with Mama Duck SO CUTE!

Up to get Roy his lunch and out the door, Jayne got up earlier than when I usually wake her up for school (figures, on a non-school day!) got my shower in, made them pancakes, and headed to the school for more yearbook orders, leaving the kids at home. They did manage to get dressed while I was gone...

Caught up with my yearbook chair, showed the orders I had, gave her the pages I had done, snagged the principal for her signature on the letters we're printing (English and Spanish), then back home.

Didn't turn on the work puter right away; accessed from my own and S said he was ready to copy my files to the new computer they have for me, yay! Left it to do that. New one will ship out tomorrow, squee! In the meantime, I found that I didn't have much work to do and the yearbook catch up things I had planned on for the afternoon, so the kids and I rode our bikes (oh, my legs!) to the park and back, wandering near the creek and both finding and forging new paths through tall grass. It was nice to just *be*. Tiny seedpods blew off a plant - little fuzzy things, all floating by, and they made me think of tiny fairies, and then my brain went to S&H and Hutch encouraging Starsky to be fanciful and dreamy and I coudl picture them, sitting under a cedar tree...yeah, I'll write it eventually. Maybe a FlashSlash - anyone else do that? Know they want to write about a specific topic and then work in the four prompts? :)

Caught up at work and with yearbook and poked at Job #2, and now we're getting ready to go to a baseball game for Karl. Snack night - must grab cooler to put cold juice boxes in. Temp is currently 85 and breezy.

Take me out to the ball game...

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Want to write on my zine fic. *Watches Marion throw pompoms in air* Must finish up other things...but it's heavy on my mind, so eventually, it'll be out and on paper. :)

Ta....

My sister called me this evening with the news. Please don't offer condolences to me, for I do not need them. Offer them to his wife, his daughter, his grandchildren for his selfish act of taking his own life with a gun and leaving them to pick up the fucking pieces.

Offer them to the boy he adopted as his own son until son came out, and then was disowned. Jake died with only his partner and friends, no family, for we all knew nothing of where he was - he was disowned and we were left in the dark about a step-cousin I knew better when we were children. There are pictures of Jake and I in wedding dress, acting as flower girl and ring bearer in my Uncle Tom's wedding. Offer them to Uncle Tom, who did manage to maintain a fairly close relationship with Duane. Some people just get each other, and I don't begrudge that.

Apparently Duane had a chronic heart condition that he wasn't going to recover from. He was as much a bastard as my grandmother, his sister, could be a bastard-bitch, always right, everyone else was wrong, and woe to the person who challenged him.

My husband and my BIL met him for I think the one and only time maybe 16 years ago, while we were all down for a Thanksgiving. After we'd been there a short time, a few hours, he ordered Roy and Donovan outside to chop and bring in firewood. Didn't ask if they could help him out - said he needed help and that they needed to do it. Two fellas he barely knew, as guests in his home. Of course, they did it, but things got a bit strained around everyone after that. No one quite knew what to say or do, and we were still just kids to him.

So don't mourn the bastard. I truly do hope that he finds some sort of peace and relief, for I truly don't believe in a hell but the ones we put ourselves in. I think there are lessons to be learned after we die, reparations of sort to make, and I'm sure he and Donovan will find each other in the suicide place. I put up the peace icon in the hopes they both find it.

If anything, think of Jake and how he died, and who he was without, just for being himself.

And if I sound angry, I am. Fucking bastard, twice over.