A tractor plowing a field, turning under hay stubble, turning up loamy chocolate earth, a line of sentinal storks on either side waiting for their worm buffet. The sun, flat behind them, hiding their red beaks, their black and white bodies, their spikey gangly legs in a flare of brightness; stork silhouettes.
The French teacher at Martin’s school, speaking in Swedish so fast with such a thick French accent that I understood maybe 1 word in 10 of what she said at the parent meeting tonight. The English teacher grabbing and shaking my hand with a hearty introduction and a “You must be Martin’s mom, he looks just like you!”
Various aches and pains and the weight of fatigue that drops on me every night. Busy = exhausted, these days.
A raptor-filled dino nightmare last night: trapped in Jurassic Park and Martin is teasing the T-Rex and we won’t get out and my kids will die: AIIEE!! Brought on by Karin’s request for horror movies to take to her friend’s movie night on Friday and grumbles when that was the only one I could come up with that was even close to a horror flick in our collection. Neither Anders nor I like or watch them; we don’t own any. I grumped at her this morning for triggering the nightmare and then grumped at Martin for teasing the damn T-Rex.
Hours spent putting an HTML eNewsletter together, pulling bits and pieces into cohesion, finding perfect images to accompany articles, photo editing, layout work, presentation reviews, uploading, admin, maintenance. My to-do list is playing whack-a-mole with me. As soon as I smack one thing down, 2 more pop up and leer at me. *sigh*
Quote of the day: “Dance like the photo’s not being tagged, Love like you’ve never been unfriended, Tweet like nobody’s following.” @JustJulieta
Green moss (?) balls in the fish tank make me smile every time I pass by. I feel like buying enough of them to cover the floor of the aquarium!
Could I be getting sick? Is that what this is all about? MEH.