Yearly Archive: 2005

08
Oct
2005

ONE OF THOSE DAYS

Today was one of those perfect days, a day when things got done, a day where no one yelled at anyone else, or made anyone mad, a day before something nice happens, a day with a perfect flow. Today was a day when I had time to relax and finish things and most of all, to gulp down a book in its entirety, to move into its world and breathe its air, and climb completely inside the skin and minds of fully-formed characters who did real and unpredictable things, and a story that brought everything to a conclusion so satisfying...

07
Oct
2005

AMONG THE TREES

One of the things in my grandparent’s house that held a special place in my heart was the three huge paintings of pine trees that hung on the rugged brick wall over the fireplace. The paintings were full of green and shady spaces and a looming majesty that made them seem somehow windows instead of paintings. They were California pines, hanging in a suburban Chicago home, but not a bit out of place for all that. Throughout the house, there were many other paintings and etchings by the same artist, and so the whole house had this woodsy, organic feel...

06
Oct
2005

YOU MAY ALREADY BE A WINNER!

If they sold paint in the color the sky was this evening, I would storm the home stores and buy every can available. When I got home, the hatch of the Volvo bungee-corded down over the bulging shiny cans, I would break out the flat-handled wide brushes and cover every surface until my entire world reflected the pale blended swath of periwinkle-melon-lavender-rose-apricot-palebanana-eggshell-cornflower that lined the sky tonight. Not one cloud. The swath was a band around the world, a ribboned horizon-belt beneath a bowl of blue, highlighted with coral and gold by the sinking sun. I paid too much for...

05
Oct
2005

IN WHICH A LIST IS THINLY DISGUISED AS CONTENT

Good god, I think I have blogger’s block. ~ taps fingers on desk ~ ~ scratches chin ~ ~ tilts head back, stares at ceiling, mutters hmmmmmmmm ~ ~ sighs ~ ~ gets out the jumper cables ~ *** # of days gone by during which I forgot to pay the mortgage: 10 # of apologies I received at work today: 2 # of declarations of love I received at work today: 1 What the declaration of love was for, which sort of negates the excitement: a spiffed-up Powerpoint presentation Special home-made Spanish lunch I was invited to tomorrow which...

04
Oct
2005

COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS

I have a little devil on one shoulder these days, and a little angel on the other. The devil whispers in my ear and plays with my hair and strokes the back of my neck. He says, “Don’t bother tonight, don’t write. Just go to bed. You’re tired.” The angel reaches around and thumps him a good one. “Ow!” he exclaims, “Hey! That hurt!” She gives him a look and then pats me soothingly. “Don’t listen to him,” she says, “Go write. You’ll feel better.” Often I can’t decide who to listen to. Sometimes I listen to both and dither...

02
Oct
2005

LATER

I don’t hear my husband get up but I hear when the kids do. The television displaces sound as it slams on with a whoosh. I bury my head in the pillows, burrow down the cocoon-tunnel of the winter duvet I put on the bed yesterday. Its warmth and thickness is not enough to keep out the jangling disharmony from the television set. “Turn it down,” I croak. Anders hears me and admonishes the children: shut mama’s door before you turn on the tv! Moments later, the door snicks to, a creaking slam, then not exactly silence, but quiet enough....

01
Oct
2005

UNNNGH

well, that was four hours of my life I’ll never get back, and a very bad feeling about the upcoming AWC year. *sigh*

01
Oct
2005

CAN’T STAND THE EXCITEMENT

It’s a dark day today. Even though the sun was shining when I woke up, and when I fell asleep again, and when I woke up the second time, it’s been cloudy and raining most of the day. A migraine has been sneaking around the back of my neck and I’ve been doing my best to shoo it away…asking for a neckrub from Anders who obliged even though he’d just played hockey and his hands were sore, and taking 2 ibuprofin and then 2 again awhile later when the migraine got cockier, and drinking water and then pepsi max in...

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...

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