Monthly Archive: September 2005

29
Sep
2005

COMPLEMENTARY COLORING

It would probably help in getting comments if I didn’t accidentally set my posts to private, eller hur? *slaps forehead* *** I am such a wimp when it comes to spicy foods. A little wasabi is about all I can manage and most everything else hot just sears the lining off my lips, tongue, mouth and throat, while making other hardier souls laugh their heads off and point fingers at me, while chanting “wimp!” So, I tend not to eat curries or spicy Spanish and Mexican dishes or things with turbo-red killer chilis in them, and most salsa ain’t happening...

28
Sep
2005

IN WHICH LIZ CAN’T TYPE FAST ENOUGH TO KEEP UP WITH HER BOUNCING BRAIN

People are so nice!! YOU are so nice! Those of you on my friends list who live in Sweden or outside of your home country will understand this. It is SUCH a thrill to get an unexpected package and one that contains goodies from home, stuff that you can’t find, that you only get maybe once every few years or so, if that, is an occasion for a happy little dance with a huge, elastic grin on your face. And when it’s goodies that you’ve never even heard of, that just say HOME to you in a way that nothing...

27
Sep
2005

PRESSED BETWEEN THE PAGES OF MY HEART

As promised long ago, here is a selected set of some of my favorites from the weekend Tracey shot my kids. I have so many favorites from this photo session that choosing a handful to post here was an major exercise for me. All photos credited to Tracey Marshall, Studio Zoe. (Delivering the spitting image of you)

25
Sep
2005

PUMPED

La la la! Presentation? Done! Calendar? Done! Program? Done! Ballots? Done! Newsletter? Just about done! Website? Done! Done! DONE! And an hour before I go to sleep to read my lovely new book that I can’t stop thinking about, that I don’t want to put down, that I stayed up too late reading last night, that I want never to end because it’s so good, so far, and hurray for reading books that I love by authors that I love! All that, and a morning spent in the sunshiney fields of pumpkins, polka-dotted fields, spotted and dotted fields: orange and...

24
Sep
2005

THE TIME, SHE FLIES, SHE FLIES SO FAST

The last 3 days have been full of good things, almost too much to write about. They’ve also been full of bad things, almost too much to write about. Thursday I worked really hard on AWC stuff all evening and got a ton done, although I still have a ton left it feels like a lighter ton, somehow. I also talked to my oldest and bestest friend, who is dealing with some of the most awful things a mother can deal with and still stay standing. In addition, I talked to my friends Angie and Kristian, who keep getting punched...

21
Sep
2005

SLIDING

There’s no longer any denying that fall is in full swing. 2 sugar beets by the side of the road: the definitive sign of autumn. The sugar beet factory is lit up and the chimneys are roaring. There’s a chill in the air, but when the wind isn’t blowing, it’s the perfect temperature where sweaters are nice but not necessary. There is this long slope ahead of me, down which I am skating, and I feel I’m doing slalom around each of the obstacles in my path. Each thing on my to-do list, each appointment, each commitment is a barrier,...

19
Sep
2005

FEELING THE LOVE

Being in Oslo for 3 days was a lot of fun, but man alive, am I totally stressed out now at the amount of stuff I need to deal with to catch up. 🙁 I’m just going to rant really quick and then I’ll calm down and tell you about my weekend. Okay? I hope that’s okay. Oh well, too bad if it’s not! My kids are performing in a circus show, taught by REAL clowns from a circus on the same night as our biggest AWC meeting of the year, which includes a Year-in-Review presentation (PowerPoint) that I am...

18
Sep
2005

HOME AGAIN

Home again after a 7-hour drive (me at the wheel), after a great weekend. Too tired at the moment to be coherent. More tomorrow! I MISSED YOU!

15
Sep
2005

THE ONLY WAY TO HAVE A FRIEND IS TO BE ONE*

Half an hour south from us, the leaves on the chestnut trees are singed with brown around the edges; autumn in the hems. The lights are on in the sugar beet factory although the chimneys are not yet pouring sugar-smoke into the darkening evenings. It’s dark when I arrive for choir practice, or nearly, and the lights in the fountains of Pildammsparken glow unearthly across the water. It’s dark when I drive home, the choral-aid CD for the concert plunking out an alto harmony in monochromatic style. It’s dark when I drag my reluctant self out of bed in the...

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