Ultramundane: It’s Just Not Natural

It’s been a bad week for objects that produce warmth in our house. The pilot light on the water heater went out several times, so we had a plumber come and fix that. Our gas heater makes a horrible noise when you try to light it, so we haven’t been using that. I finally gave up and bought an electric blanket. “You’ve been replaced,” the Boyfriend told me when I climbed into bed last night. “You’re unnecessary now.”

I think he was kidding.

It has separate controls for each side, which is a nice feature since I get a little too warm at night. Of course, the controls aren’t very helpful when your bed partner throws his half of the electric blanket over you so he can cool down. (I suppose this is payback for years of blanket-stealing on my part.)

If The Boyfriend and I register as Domestic Partners, it could save me over a thousand dollars in fees on the house. On the other hand, that seems like a terribly cavalier reason to become what is as legally close to married as we can get in this state.

On yet another hand, there was a wedding happening on the staiway inside City Hall today. The same steps where thousands of gay people were married once. The groomsmen wore suits. The bride had a simple dress on, as did her bridesmaids. And as I walked down the hallway away from their wedding, holding on to a copy of the deed and the Domestic Partnership application, I had to close my eyes to keep from crying a little.

I’m not sure if that’s good or bad.