This morning I invented a time machine, because you know, I have all this free time and whatnot. I went back in time and met myself. It was a very strange experience. I was so… so… Well, see for yourself what I had to say Edited to add that apparently it doesn’t work for everyone. I think it’s a Java applet, so you probably have to make sure the security settings on your browser allow Java.
What a gift of a day we have this morning. All that wind yesterday blew all the clouds away and left us with a shiny pink and lavender morning, a blue sky, frost on the ground and a chill in the air. There are no clouds, not one, and the sun is shining hard. It knows it has to make up for lost time. I’m finding it hard to concentrate on work and keep waking up after 3-5-10 minutes to shake myself and sternly admonish, “Stop staring out the window!”
I’m being blinded by a sun-shadow! Sun-shadow, sun-shadow! The sky directly outside my window is a glazed-looking, pure shade of blue. There are clouds clipping by and each one is outlined in blinding white light. In addition, the sun keeps stabbing me in the eyes. Stab! Ow! I’m forced to pull the curtains to save my eyes, but the sun is still caressing the tops of my knuckles and warming my hands in the process. It’s windy as all get out today. I like that phrase: “all get out.” Who came up with that, do you suppose? I wonder how...
The fields roll around the hills, exposing themselves, golden remnants of grain lying puckered in plowed rows. The willow trees stand rustling in single file along ridges and country roads, like brooms thrust shaft down, their leaf-stripped switches reaching to the gray sky. Manic flocks of seagulls swirl, descend, rise flapping in loud arguments behind a tractor. They know an easy lunch when they see one: 2-for-1 takeout special at the worm café. There’s a swirl of pale light between two clouds; I know you’re up there, sun! A line of migrating geese just stitched its way across my window....
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Nothing seems to be interesting enough or funny enough to share or write about. If this is a mid-life crisis, where is my Alfa Romeo and cabana boy? I kept forgetting to get the jack-o-lanterns bagged up and thrown away, and now they’re sitting in front of the house, sunken in on themselves, exuding the most godawful stench. I nearly threw up this morning getting the kids to into the car. How am I going to deal with them? I don’t think my husband is going to be very happy with me this...
I melted my credit card this weekend. In the hot flame of a liquid tealight, oh yes. Did you know that PartyLite puts inhibitor-releasers in their scented candles? You wouldn’t believe how fast you can fill up an order form under the influence. 😀 Thankfully, my girlfriends ordered enough to net me a decent discount on my score goodies. galestorm brought some of the jewelry she is making and reebert and I both immediately pounced on pieces we declared were “MINE!” Dinner was good and well-received despite my forgetting to marinate the chicken due to craft-cackling with Gale and Marie....
busy, busy, busy, but not too busy to stop here for a second and say, HI INTERNET! Was the sun shining when you woke up this morning? Did you get to sleep in at least a little bit? Are you having good friends over for dinner later and a scrumptious meal to boot, plus shopping in the comfort of your very own home? I HOPE SO because it sure does make a nice way to start the day. Must shower, dress, make bed, remove items from freezer to thaw, vacuum, swipe bathroom surfaces, prep dinner, make guest bed so I...
TGIF, indeed. Despite the windy grayness outside, I am so glad it’s the weekend that things seem bright to me.Tonight is prep night and clean the house, since tomorrow reebert is coming down from Gothenburg to hold a PartyLite party at my house. I am expecting 8 people total, including Marie and myself, which I think is a pretty respectable turnout. One of them is very likely not to show and one is not staying for dinner. Speaking of dinner, here’s the menu: yogurt-marinated herb-encrusted baked chicken breasts spinach, cheese and red pepper puff pastry crustados romaine salad with artichoke...
More Halloween Candy Thievery: a tiny little blue packet of M&M Minis. All gone! 🙁 I want more! Made up a bit for the slothfulness of the other night by sorting through my art stuff and organizing it a bit better in anticipation of the new art desk which is STILL in pieces, half-painted in the garage. What? It’s too damn cold out there! I can’t paint with frozen fingers! Then I finished editing verian‘s poems. But that’s it. That’s not really a lot in my souped-up hyper world of organizing go-go-go frenzy. I have SO MUCH STUFF sitting by...
The sugar beet factory in Örtofta is only open and running from about the end of September until Christmas. During the sugar beet processing season, the smoke from the factory rolls over the valley and taints the air with the smell of burned sugar. It’s not sweet, like a candy factory smells, it’s a very earthy, fermented odor. The factory can be seen from the main highway that we drive up and down so many times a week. It’s not that big, but at night when it’s dark and the factory is lit up and the white smoke is billowing...