Monthly Archive: January 2006

31
Jan
2006

WHEN THE MOON IS IN THE STUPID HOUSE

You know, I like some of the ideas of astrology, and I think it’s fun to be a fire sign (rawr!) and it’s interesting and all, but the guest speaker who babbled on tonight at the meeting for over an HOUR really made the case AGAINST it despite his self-professed knowledge and experience in a lifelong career as an astrologer. The final straw for me, the one that tipped my eyeballs over and up into the back of my head, where they had been straining to go for what felt like an eternity, was his snippy response to one girl’s...

30
Jan
2006

SOMETIMES NOTHING IS A CLEVER THING TO SAY

Overnight, all the water in the wind made the transition directly to the vapor phase, locking on as if the frost and fog spirits had taken a high-pressure hose and sprayed white flocked velvet on the southwest side of everything up on the hill. The fog hugs every contour and hides the world. The hoarfrost is half an inch thick, it lopsides the trees with white icing. Everything is suddenly blooming again…with frost flowers, the crystalline structures built on suspended and subliminated vapor. The trees have all aged and grown beards and ghostly white skeletal fluff. I come home to...

29
Jan
2006

(UN)COMMON DENOMINATORS

The people that descended on my home last night were all women, all living in Scandinavia for various reasons, and all writers of online journals that I read. We came in different shapes and colors and sizes. We were in our 20s, our 30s, our 40s, and our 50s. We were pregnant, child-free, trying to conceive, and mothers, of children both school-age and grown. We were single, girlfriends, sambos, wives, divorcing, divorced, engaged, re-married, in love. We were newly employed, self-employed, freelancing, working, studying, and jobhunting. We were photographers, singers, readers, crafty chicas, vegetarians, dog owners, flirts, green thumbs, snorers,...

28
Jan
2006

PAJAMA PARTY COUNTDOWN!

I need to get cracking if I’m going to get everything done before the psychos from the internet all my houseguests arrive. I tried to sleep in but failed. kachunknorge, however, took my admonition to “sleep in as long as you like” quite literally and is either still snoozing or reading in her room thinking I’m still abed. Grocery shopping, final cleaning and bed-making on the day’s agenda. Then, because this IS a slumber party, I have to make room in the freezer for BRAS! muahahahaha!

26
Jan
2006

THE SOURCE OF YOUR SMILE

♥ A package full of goodies in the mail from a dear friend, including your birthday watch that she kindly took with her to the States and got fixed for you. ♥ The knowledge that someone loves you. ♥ A blindingly sunny day and a walk that takes you through snow fields, under underpasses, along the highway, behind the industrial park, and up the long road back to the office leaving you breathless and pink-cheeked. ♥ Crossing things off your to-do list at work with wavy lines made by a fat red marker. ♥ 2 little seedless perfect juicy sweet...

24
Jan
2006

THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS

Anders is packing right now. He’s leaving me and taking the kids. WOOT! Yes, the annual father-kid ski trip is approaching rapidly. They’re leaving on Friday and will be gone for a week. And yes, I will miss them. But first? I’m filling my home with a bunch of internet psychopaths good friends, many of whom I’ve never met, and having a slumber party on Saturday night. WHEEE! So many good things going on, I hardly know where to start, although I have to say, it sure is hard to keep up with you people when I miss one evening...

22
Jan
2006

WHEN IT HITS YOU, YOU FEEL NO PAIN*

Martin and I discovered today that the snow isn’t really white. It’s blue and violet and grey and silver and white. Where the lowering sun paused behind the trees and shone, the shadows melted along the sloping sides of every drift. It only sparkled on the sunny side, but we agreed both sides were beautiful. We’ve got a good half hour walk mapped out now, and we march along, arms swinging free, talking about whatever subject strikes our (mostly his) fancy. One of his Christmas presents was a little suitcase full of illustrated boardbooks about the different countries of the...

20
Jan
2006

WHITE PETALS AND SNOW SNAKES

Lo. sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow, White petals from the flowers that grow In the cold atmosphere.* It’s snowing and blowing like crazy. All day long the flags have been overworked, stretched out to their snapping points, straining in the stiff breeze, ends fraying. This snow is so different from the last stuff we had. Then it was fat and wet and lazy and perfect for packing. This is more like diamond dust. It’s dry and granular and it blows up against everything in great drifts and piles and ridges of frozen...

19
Jan
2006

TOOTH DELAY

A long time ago, I learned my lesson the hard way when it comes to regularly scheduled dentist visits, when a years-long hiatus resulted in the most intense stabbing pain I’ve ever experienced, aside from labor. So bad that on the way to the emergency dentist for some painkillers to get me through until my regular toothman could see me, I literally stopped the car and smacked my jaw into the driver’s side window for a minute because I couldn’t focus and it wouldn’t stop and I needed to give my mind something ELSE to think about so I could...

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