We’ve really grown apart lately, but honestly, it’s not you. It’s me. I never meant for my day job my other relationship real life to become so ALL-CONSUMING, but there it is. And here we are. I miss you. I’ll be back. I hope. *sigh* *kisses* PS. And you, Vern…excuse me, MR. Equinox, you can take your late-spring snow-dump and freezing temperatures and SHOVE THEM UP YOUR POOPSHOOT. *grump*
Another weekend whizzes by. But now we have lots of time off to look forward to, as Easter approaches. The kids are off school this week but are at daycare part-time, since mom and dad are working until Friday. Friday is a day off! And Monday? Is a day off! We are not doing anything special for Easter, however, other than coloring eggs at some point, and hiding them presumably. And I need to go shopping for stuff to fill baskets with. I don’t know why, since this has always been a favorite holiday to celebrate American traditions on, that...
Holy crap, it’s Saturday! Where did my good intentions go? Oh, to work, that’s where. They went to work and they never came back: THEY ARE STILL WORKING.
I had not exactly forgotten how lovely it is to have a cat in the house, but it has, admittedly, been a VERY long time. We were forced to give our 2 Swedish cats away only about a year after we adopted them, when Martin was only a few months old, because Anders’ asthma had progressed to the point of dangerous on their account. Today, receiving Hanna was the last thing on a very long list of Things To Do, and much the most anticipated. Both the kids had school. Karin had swimming and Music-play group. Martin had music and...
Despite the crazy busyness at work and the crazy busyness at home and the fact that I can’t seem to stop eating every freaking thing in sight, preferably with mayonnaise, I seem to be on an upsurge of quiet happiness this week. It’s despite the fact that Anders isn’t here. It’s in spite of the rain that invariably makes an appearance every day at some point. It’s not because of the long-desired out-of-print books I ordered the other day. It’s not because I am trying to make an effort to write here more frequently than I’ve been managing. I think...
There’s no real coherency here, just observations and dribs and drabs of thought, as if my brain were a giant mixer and someone’s set it on permanent pulse. It’s like the damn dishwasher. Something is wrong with it and it stops in the cycle every 2 minutes and one has to come and restart it each time. After half an hour of this, it will run for awhile and then start the whole stop-and-start cycle again until the bitter end. What does it want from me? Just SOME ATTENTION?? Anders is in Italy again this week. He was there 2...
I walk in sunshine and promise, limbs lengthening and loosening. This is what I see: the tight beginnings of anemone-purple guelder-rose blossoms, the fine and furled celadon fingernails of new lilac leaves, sharp burgundy shoots of peonies thrust above the soil. Tiny clustered peridot pearls along the whip-thin branches of spirea, a fat white-bellied magpie high in a tree; another bouncing over the lawn. A hedge blushing green, speckled here and there with the plump grey-balled bodies of chickadees cheerily chirping. A conclave of crocuses, communing. Rounded cabochon leaves covering the bank of the creek; water shimmering as it slides...
If the sky this afternoon had had flecks of pyrite or been interspersed with dark, spidery limonite veining, I could have properly termed it turquoise. Either way, it was BLUE. Blue to the max. It was an awfully nice feeling to look up into that endless blue sea above me when I left work; not a cloud nor a contrail in sight, after the unpromising morning of pouring rain that the day began with. Things are motoring along here. The week zips by, consumed by work, by sleep, by getting dinner on the table. By running errands and driving to...
These things go a long way toward restoring my equilibrium: sleeping in, sushi, massage, cleaning, reading, napping, music and watching my children’s faces light up. I had all of them, in one form or another, this weekend. There might also have been Ben & Jerry’s Caramel Chew Chew ice cream in there somewhere. It makes me feel that I can face Monday morning, which is nice. The upcoming week isn’t a busy one (I mean, aside from work): just taking Karin to karate tomorrow and walking while she’s there; and dinner with the Wonders on Friday. I read an excellent...
I just don’t know what to say. All my words seem to have deserted me lately and I’ve been completely subsumed by work work work work work. However, today I saw the faintest sheen of green on the trees across the pasture behind us and at the schoolyard on Friday afternoon there were also tiny peridot leaves on the bushes. I’ve seen little slips of crocus: bright yellow, royal purple, and the wavy zigzags of daffodils planted by the city of Malmö are green shoots about 4 inches high. The entire winter, while all the rest of my family and...