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Jan
2006
Monthly Archive: January 2006
07
Jan
2006
IN OTHER WORDS
I’ve just started reading my second Ann-Marie MacDonald book in as many days, The Way The Crow Flies, and I am completely enamoured of her writing style. This second book is about an Air Force family in the early 60s and even though it is the CANADIAN Air Force and not the American one which provided my childhood label of “military brat,” it is already evident after only a few chapters that she has captured the essence of it completely. If you move around all your life, you can’t find where you come from on a map. All those places...
06
Jan
2006
LOST & NEVER FOUND
April 27, 1979 (14 years old): Dear diary…My whole sticker collection is gone. It fell off my desk into the trashcan and I never noticed. I’ve been collecting stickers for 5 years and they’re all gone. God, it hurts when you lose something like that. Now I have to start over again. HAHAHAHA! Do you remember forever the things you lose? I had forgotten about those stickers until poking around in one of my old scrapbook/journals this evening, but there are other items I have lost, sold, misplaced or loaned with no return that I still remember and wish I...
05
Jan
2006
POLAROIDS FOR POSTERITY
With Great-Grandma Beebe, January 1965 Is that a smile, Mom, or a grimace because carsick-baby is about to puke all over you? April 1965 during a roadtrip from Lake Tahoe to Reno, Nevada
04
Jan
2006
WINTER WALKABOUT
It’s snowing in Hunneberga, but not in Hammarlunda or Holmby, nor at home. My boots are slightly too big. My feet slide a little bit inside as I walk, forward and back. By the end of my half hour roundabout they will have had a thorough falling-out with my socks who will have slouched and slid down and made annoying little ridges under the arch of each foot. My big boots make a crumping noise on the crushed crystals of the frozen snow. It’s dark but for the puddled glow of the streetlights, strung like beads along each path and...
03
Jan
2006
NUMBER OF BRAINCELLS REQUIRED
to realize it’s the alarm going off in the black hole of morning: 1% to realize it’s the alarm going off AGAIN and make a flapping motion in the correct direction to make it stop: 1% to stumble up from bed, collect clothing, shower, dress, makeup, transport children to daycare, wave goodbye: 1% to drive to work: 1% to hold conversations, check and respond to urgent emails, finish layout revisions on a 24-page brochure, create 2 HTML invitations, and a product page, send things to print, finalize and distribute 15 email newsletters successfully, move collateral inventory, create technical schematics, help...
02
Jan
2006
THINGS WOULD BE DIFFERENT AROUND HERE, ALL RIGHT
There’s never been a time in my life when I didn’t know I was special. Look at all the evidence! Firstborn, a Leo, in the Year of the Dragon, and left-handed to boot. Some may argue that left-handedness is a sinister thing, but we lefties know we’re special and you’ll never convince us otherwise. Why am I not running the world? If I was running the world, I would make the following proclamations: SUSHI FOR DINNER whenever I’m in the mood for it or OFF WITH YOUR HEADS! BACKRUBS and NECKRUBS whenever my neck and/or back hurts or OFF WITH...
01
Jan
2006
THIS DOES OR DOES NOT BODE WELL, DEPENDING ON YOUR PERSPECTIVE
You spend your year doing what you did on the first day of it, I’m told, therefore I’m up for: sleeping in, a couple of chores, writing thank you cards, rearranging furniture, reading a good book, arguing with Anders, playing with the kids, half an hour walk in the foggy greyness of the afternoon, finishing off the cookies, and having a headache. Waking up with a migraine when you weren’t even drinking the night before isn’t really fair, however I am obviously way too bloody old to be staying up partying until 4:30 in the morning. *looks for sympathy* Conversation...