Yearly Archive: 2005

17
Nov
2005

SOME ARE SILVER AND OTHERS ARE GOLD

When I was 13-14 years old, I was in a gang. I know! It’s shocking! But before you unfriend me in horror, take note that we were a gang of total geeky girls who wore polyester and plaid pants (c’mon, it was the SEVENTIES, that’s all there was for 13-year-olds), who drew comic books together and sang in choir and ate entire packs of Opal Fruits in the cafeteria while we talked about boys and the slumber party that Jill was hosting that weekend. Becky and I sort of ran the gang, or at least we started it by hanging...

16
Nov
2005

HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE

I think I’ve figured out what’s going on. It’s a full moon! But wait! Wasn’t it a full moon yesterday? Come to think of it, it was a full moon THREE DAYS AGO. Are we STUCK?! Well, actually, Martin and I sussed out the moon 3 days ago, and after checking it over very carefully, heads tilted to first one side and then the other, we agreed that it wasn’t quuuuuuuuuuuuuite full yet. It was still a shade squashy on one side. But it was for sure a full moon the night after. The night after that was cloudy, and...

15
Nov
2005

THE WINTER OF MY DISCONTENT

Is there something to write about that doesn’t sound trite? I feel banal, boring, uninspired. My mind skids in dizzy circles, enumerating the things that need to be done, the things I can’t get out of doing, the things I have to put off doing, the number of hours in a day which don’t add up to enough. 24 would seem an overabundance, but 9 8 7 6 are eaten up by sleeping and 8 are eaten up by working and suddenly it seems I only have half an hour left each day to do all the things that are...

14
Nov
2005

BUILDING WALLS INSTEAD OF BRIDGES

No emails. How very sad. I’ve rewritten this entry twice. Two long paragraphs—deleted. Two bulletpoint lists—deleted. My mood is rather wintry, which is appropriate considering the weather is turning. The leaves are pretty much done falling now, instead they dance and swirl and spiral and scuttle. One startled me today by moving exactly like a crab across the road. scuttle, scuttle I had to look twice to make sure we weren’t suddenly at the beach. Another startled me by behaving like a mouse—zip, stop, scurry! The leaves are possessed, it seems. Another couple of paragraphs deleted. I’m such a critic....

13
Nov
2005

IN WHICH LIZ IS GLAD TO GET HOME

oh, it’s an insidious feeling…it’s the same sort of thing that happens sometimes when you’re standing on the edge of a cliff or driving. The urge to hurl yourself off a precipice without looking back. Can you fly? I think not. Although, in this particular instance, the feeling is more one of NOT taking action than of doing something impetuous and deadly. It’s what happens when you haven’t written for several days and the principle about a body at rest tending to stay at rest makes it hard to imagine being able to start … the … ball … rolling...

10
Nov
2005

RHAPSODY

books books books books! I love books! And you know what else I love? Talking about books! Reading them! sniffing them…mmmm…paper! I love all those little black squared off rectangles that are made up of letters and words and sentences and paragraphs and chapters and books books books books! I love that little creaky noise a book makes when you first crack it open and I love the whiiiifff of the pages when you flip through them. I love reading prologues and acknowledgements and author’s notes and blurbs. I love looking at the back side of the title page and...

09
Nov
2005

WHERE I AM IS WHERE I AM

Late yesterday I started a post that was essentially a run-down of where I’ll be for the next few evenings. Then I deleted it because, really, do you care? I seem to have this weird compulsion to explain when I know in advance that I’m probably not going to be posting, due to evening activities and being out of town. It’s the same compulsion that brings me to call my husband and read him my calendar over the phone so that I’m sure he and I are in sync and that one of us won’t be left at home, having...

08
Nov
2005

WE WAS ROBBED!

I was more than a little upset last night, and I’m afraid my husband will think I’m mad at HIM, but I’m not…I’m mad at his job. *swears up a storm* We had plans earlier this year that when Anders went on his planned business trip to St. Louis in November, the kids and I would tag along, visit my sister (who just moved to St. Louis) for a week, and then head up to Michigan to spend Thankgiving with my mom and extended family. But his company slashed the travel budget several months ago, and the trip was cancelled,...

06
Nov
2005

SOMETHING SOFT OR SPONGY OR SHAPELESS

What do you all think about the increasing use of advertising on all kinds of blogs? I find they make sites with good content hard to read and full of distracting ugliness. I can understand why people feel compelled to move in that direction, especially if it’s true that the advertising really does pay for the webhosting costs, or more, but I think it’s a real shame. Some of them I can read on my LJ friends page thanks to their RSS feeds, without the annoying and ugly advertising, but others only give a few lines and I still have...

05
Nov
2005

TO CHASE THE GLOWING HOURS WITH FLYING FEET

I opened the back door and beheld my husband, mop in hand, bucket at the ready, rugs and paraphernalia up off the floor, preparing to scrub. “Mmmm…” I said, “there’s nothing sexier than a man with a mop!” Deadpan, Anders answered, “Are you referring to my hair?” Friday was a halfday, due to Alla Helgonsafton and I had left the office just after one o’clock to speed home and help finish grocery shopping and getting the house ready for our dinner party, to find that during the morning, he had dusted and vacuumed and was now finishing up with the...

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