Monthly Archive: March 2005

I’ve stopped and started this journal entry about 5 times now. Everything I start to write sounds trite. I’m making myself yawn. yaaa-a-a-a-wn. The sun shone all weekend. What a gift of sunny days we’ve had this winter, even WITH the snowstorms and Siberian Express and usual quota of grey, rainy days. There is so much snow on the ground and it’s so cold that despite the sunshine, the snow doesn’t seem to be melting very fast, even though the edges are looking acid-dipped, sun-chewed, exhaust-browned. The other day I meant to write about my morning ride to work, after...

I think I might have broken my social interaction mechanism. Or else I just overdid it and need to sit with it elevated for awhile. I’m discovering more and more that I need more downtime in my life than I tend to allow for. Or else I’m just getting boring old. I suspect part of it is less tolerance for living outside my comfort zone. After 3 evenings of social events in various settings, the following things were once again reinforced for me: Once you stop working with someone, if you have no other common context, the conversation really tends...

I can’t keep up this week. Cracking Me Up: On a Lighter Note… Can’t Stop Staring: Cold Water

Anders is watching Jägarna,* a Swedish movie starring Rolf Lassgård and Helena Bergström, whom I normally really like when they’re together in movies. It’s on Swedish TV regularly, but after watching a short portion of it once and finding it extremely distasteful, I’ve never bothered to watch the whole thing. So when I realized what movie it was, I asked Anders just now, “oh, is that the movie with the hunters and the horrible things and the mean people and the killing and ickiness?” and Anders gave me this sort of very patient guy look and said, “well, yes, I...

My mother-in-law fell badly yesterday, the 2nd time it’s happened. The first was 2 Christmases ago, right as we arrived to celebrate her birthday with dinner, when she slipped on the kitchen rug and fell, hitting her head severely. This time it happened while she was walking to the building where she weaves. She doesn’t remember tripping over anything and it wasn’t ice or snow at that point, but regardless she fell, hit her head again, and sprained her wrist, lying there on the sidewalk for some time before managing to get up and get to the weavery. She and...