Monthly Archive: November 2004

I’m a couch potato-y slacking sack of laziness. I got nothing for ya today. No thing. Well, if I keep stringing words together here, I miiiiiiiiiiiiiight end up with an entry worth posting. It remains to be seen. At the remains of the day. All that is left of the day that remains. Which isn’t much as it’s 9:18 p.m. already and I WAS going to make every minute count. The laundry is done in the washing machine but I have not put it in the dryer, nor do I envision rising to do so any time in the very...

When I left home this morning the sun was coming up, shining through the morning haze, and the air was crisp and clear. At 4:30 p.m., still at work, the view out my window could have fooled me into thinking it was 10:30 at night. It’s dark out, and lights are on. The company flags are snapping briskly in a row. It could be bedtime for all I know, if I went by my senses, and not by the clock. The weekend was full* of good food, good meals, cooked by other people. Friday night we ate out at a...

Reading the poetry of someone whom I consider to be a talented writer is both humbling and inspiring. I have the urge to write, but the inescapable knowledge that what gems may emerge from my pen do so mostly by luck. Mostly I have the urge to read more. I think, oh! I could do that! I have done that! But not in such quantity or with such quality, and never with such sparkling brilliance. Reading good poetry teases the edges of my skull, inflates it, renders it see-through. It’s rather the same with art. I know I have talent,...

I got to sleep in. The sun has been shining most of the day. The kid’s department has been picked up, organized and vacuumed with a minimum of fuss. My to do list is too long and my brain is blank. I stole the M&M’s out of Karin’s Halloween candy bag and ate them. Someone else is fixing dinner for us tonight. Pretty good, all things considered.

The deadline for the next issue of Mosaic Minds is rapidly, I say RAPIDLY, approaching! The theme is Serenity, but your submissions do not necessarily have to reflect the theme. So, if you have something you’ve written that you think is publishable, whether or not it relates to the theme, send it in! I know you people write, I’ve seen you! Here’s where to send it: poetry@mosaicminds.net

Morning Minus: Having to get up and go to work while the rest of my family sleeps in. Waah! Free Fridays, I miss you! Morning Plus: Opening my e-mail to find that some lovely person has gifted me with 6 months of paid LJ account AND a year of extra user pics. I am beyond moved. Thank you. *** Rain is streaking my window, and the flags are blowing to the left today, straight out, ends snapping and frayed. It’s grey and cloudy but the clouds have a high lavender look to them, making me wonder if it might not...

Hibernation sounds like a good idea right about now. The darkness presses close, co-dependent and deadening. Fog winds down and trails about. Everything is dark with wetness, sodden and decomposing. Bare branches leave a tracery against the sky; blink and you see white lightning looming. Everyone is a little grumpy, but when the sun shines, you can feel the electric frenetic fever of desperation hum through everyone you meet. It’s not cold here, not yet, but the moisture in the air is a deep thing. It gets in your bones and your lungs. It makes you cough, sometimes. I think...

My children went to the library with their father this evening, and brought home 5 books. 2 were about monsters and wild things. 3 were about little girls, alphabets and why there are so few Q’s in the Swedish language. I’ll leave it as an exercise for the reader as to which child was responsible for which choice. 😀 There is a certain flutter to the stomach when one is preparing a gift for someone else. It’s the same with any gift-giving, really, whether it is handmade or store-bought. If you know the person you are giving to, and think...

Okay, I can’t wait any more either! I hope you like it! The Big Surprise for my LJ Friends!

One thing I learned from my mom a while ago, a bit of healthy eating advice that has stuck with me, is how to tell if you’re making vegetables a focal point of your diet. It has to do with whether the way you prepare them destroys their integrity or not. Steamed vegetables retain their integrity. Green peppers on a pizza with extra cheese have had their integrity destroyed. Ketchup is tomatoes without a shred of integrity. Too much butter even on the steamed veggies is the slippery slope into lost integrity. Where am I going with this? Nowhere. I...