Rain yesterday, rain today, rain tomorrow and all next week. Be careful what you wish for. A project-fire just got lit under me, so I might be out of commission for awhile. Or else up all night. Heh. Poemy, Pillowy, Olivey and Fantabulous Birthday Wishes to Squeetlelynn Sprigs!
Why do birthdays stick me with earwormy songs about time passing and aging? Last year I wrote about the things I had accomplished between the previous birthday and the one I was having, and I figure that’s as good a way as any to end my nice day today 🙂 Passed my 3-year online journaling milestone a couple of days ago. Celebrated my 10 year wedding anniversary. Fulfilled a lifelong dream of traveling to Scotland. Continued loveloveloving my job, even though it continually kicks my ass. Sang at my baby brother’s wedding. Enthusiastically joined in with the wonderful Poetry Thursday...
29 for the, hrm…somethingth time. Awakened at 6:30 a.m. to flowers, gifts, singing, and the smiling faces of my family. Greeted with fresh-baked homemade cinnamon scones and hugs from colleagues. Plans for lunch in town and sushi dinner later. The day is looking good so far! 🙂 A Birthday Poem Ted Kooser Just past dawn, the sun stands with its heavy red head in a black stanchion of trees, waiting for someone to come with his bucket for the foamy white light, and then a long day in the pasture. I too spend my days grazing, feasting on every green...
I stayed up until almost 2 a.m. last night because I was SO CLOSE to the end of my book I could not bear to put it down before I was finished. Reading in bed never puts me to sleep, quite the contrary, it usually wakes me up, and even when my eyes are blurring and gritty with fatigue I have to literally force mysefl to STOP ALREADY and turn out the light. I’ve been reading Dorothy Dunnett’s Lymond Chronicles, as I’ve mentioned before, and have been totally floored by how incredibly mesmerising they are. Set in 16th century Scotland...
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I killed a cat yesterday. Not on purpose and not personally, but nevertheless it has had me really down and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all day. I wasn’t even sure it was a cat, it was so dark, and there was a moment when it looked like a rabbit* and its eyes reflected in the headlights as it raced straight for the front side of the car, and then it was thumping under the wheel before I could brake or swerve or even react more than to cry out. I stopped but I couldn’t see...
Meet our houseguest! This is Chimay (pronounced “shim-ay”) who was named after a Belgian beer. He’s the sweetest, calmest, prettiest cocker spaniel I have ever met, and he’s all ours until next Wednesday! Mikael and Lene dropped him off this evening after giving us a crash course in Having a Dog 101 (including the fine art of picking up dog poo in a little black bag without having to come in actual contact with it). He was a bit confused when his humans and his brother Eddie shut the door in his face and left him here, but he seems...
I love sleeping in. In fact, ‘love’ is really not a strong enough word for the pleasure I derive from simply not having to get out of bed on any given morning. You can judge my enthusiasm for my job by the fact that I prefer to get up early each weekday morning to go do it rather than turning over, slapping the off button on the alarm with a flailing hand and burrowing back into my pillow. I’m not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination, but I do believe in starting off each day on the...
lots done and lots to do, with some glowing praise sprinkled over it, at work being forced to go shoe shopping because my little black suede slippers finally came apart at the seams and realizing that all the shoe stores in town are having half-off sales! DOUBLE SCORE! Excellent sushi for dinner (despite the overly long wait) with a gaggle of girlfriends getting to read a very well-written paper about Pettson & Findus book translations by one of the Mosaic Minds staff members drooling over this lovely gallery of travel posters, which makes me want to plan another trip still...
For one week things were slow, even with dinner out, dinner in, a night at the movies and a family birthday party. Today, suddenly, time coughed, the ignition key of autumn turned and the ticking days of the calendar are already filling up. Work hummed and buzzed and scooted me forward so suddenly it’s a wonder I didn’t get whiplash when I suddenly realized it was already after 5 and the light was mellowing beyond the window. I am ready for fall. I expect the mice and apple cider any day. I am ready for the flies to quit tickling...