I’ve been sorta kinda collecting moose since I was 16. I don’t remember how it started, actually, because the animals I always identified with as a child were lions (Leo) and dragons (year of) and lizards (duh), plus I had a thing for dogs; I even had a subscription to Dog World for awhile when I was around 11-12. This was partly because we had lost our dog, Heidi, to canine leukemia when I was around 9. But the moose? Hmmm…
The migration alarm clock went off a few days ago, and all the geese and ducks s-t-r-e-t-c-h-e-d out their necks and shook their wings and took off, in great wavering ropes of v’s. Once again, I think they are all going the wrong way, but who am I to argue with the geese? Martin counts them and with each progressively longer string of birds, gets more and more excited that winter is on the way. Yesterday, after being put to bed on time, bathed and brushed and read to, and tucked in at 8 p.m., Martin could not get to...
Hours In Day + Things To Do = DOES NOT COMPUTE redpirk, there’s a problem now with meeting you on the 31st. They just moved the time of the Halloween party up to 4:30, which means I now have to be there at 2 p.m. to decorate. Do you want to come to the party? If so, would it be just you? You are very welcome to come as my guest, if you like (it’s a family/kid thang, though, so be warned). Excellent, if a bit un-PC*, rant about the societal changes leading to our current state of affairs in...
Things to remember: new names, new faces, what jobs go with which faces and names, which departments are where, the layout of the building, where I am, how to find things, where the bathrooms are, what my new phone number is, what my new email is, what my new work address is. I’m so dizzy, my head is spinning. Is there a limit to the new things a brain can hold? Does information overload actually result in the gasping, frenzied deaths of millions of tiny grey cells? I am both enervated and fatigued. Many things will be very good once...
Dreary day of non-stop rain, lowering clouds, white mist, wet roads. Sleeping in helps. Ignoring the state of the house helps. Reading a good book when I should be cleaning helps. Butterflies in stomach are not for the concert today, but for the first day at a new job tomorrow. They start early, those butterflies, so they can really sink their fangs in. After the concert, the final song stays in my head for several hours. I have my own private mental chorus. Pi da me la! I feel like an octopus. 8 arms waving around madly, each one full...
Imagine a theater nearly in the round, one of those old medical operating theaters, with high paneled wooden seats, so that the students can see every detail of what’s happening under the hands of the surgeon. Now, instead of a surgeon, add a black dance floor, a backdrop, a jazz saxophonist, a drummer that really rocks out, a tall young blonde woman with dramatic makeup and a slinky eggplant-colored flamenco dress, and a choir dressed in black with red espadrilles. We rocked the house with our Sangria premiere today. 1 down, 4 concerts to go. 🙂 natooke wanted to know
I have so many things to write about that I hardly know where to start. I might have to do a bullet-point list just for the sake of my sanity. If you’re in a group of 9 people where half of them speak French and half of them speak Swedish, and they ALL speak English, they will still divide and gravitate to each other by language, only remembering now and again that they should ALL be mingling together. I like Chicken Satay better than Chicken Green Curry. I might need to clone myself for my new job, there is so...
October 14th, 2004 To: Human ResourcesEricsson Technology Licensing Due to circumstances beyond my control, that is, the closing of Ericsson Technology Licensing, I have found a new job outside of the corporation, and therefore, I am tendering my resignation, effective today, October 14th, 2004. To the best of my knowledge, all relevant materials and files have been handed over to the Marketing department. Regards,Elizabeth Slaughter-Ek
I’ll be sitting in a 2-day marketing group conference tomorrow and Wednesday with my new colleagues (!!) at this hotel in Gilleleje, Denmark. We get back Wednesday night just in time for me to make it to final choir rehearsal before our first concert on Saturday, so I won’t be posting again until Thursday. And, just so I have lots of comments to return to, I’d be thrilled if you (including you lurkers out there who never comment!) would do at least one of the following: 1. Ask me a question you’d like answered 2. Tell me something you’d like...
There’s a silvery sheen over everything these mornings, a satin glimmer to the world. Nothing mars the blue beauty of the sky, it stretches on forever, white to blue to cobalt. The shining sun means there is more to see, everything delineated and sharp. Objects that fade away when it’s gray and rainy are suddenly demanding attention, silver shines, asphalt glitters, each leaf on each tree is an individual object to be noticed and taken into account. No visual slacking is permissible when the sun is shining in Sweden! Look! Look around you! I used to be able to reply...