Monthly Archive: January 2015

31
Jan
2015

WHEW!

The weekend is half over and I am going to need another day, at least, to recuperate from it and the previous week. The kickoff performance went great, despite a last-minute panic when one of our team members didn’t show up. He was there during the day, for all the presentations, but after we wrapped that up and left to go to the place where we were having the evening activities, something happened and he had to leave, and never made it back. So we were left without our Uncle Sam. šŸ™ Luckily, someone had the bright idea to ask...

25
Jan
2015

MAD BAD SAD, THEN GLAD

Mad Our guest speaker for the first AWC meeting of the year canceled today, last minute. The meeting is TOMORROW. She wasn’t ready to present, and had been expecting me to get in touch with her a week ago, even though we confirmed the date and logistics AND topic FOUR months ago. Now we have no one even though we have been scrambling all day to find a replacement. ARGH. I got in touch with her a few days ago, but because it wasn’t a week, she didn’t feel prepared. Bad While filing a huge pile of home paperwork today,...

19
Jan
2015

SOME PEOPLE CAN STAY IN YOUR HEART BUT NOT YOUR LIFE

Karin’s boyfriend, who was here for dinner last night and behaved in a completely normal manner, broke up with her today. GAH. She’s devastated, and I feel as if everything I say sounds unfeeling, condescending and pathetic. Even though it’s probably not. I remember (vaguely) what it was like to be 15 and in love, though I didn’t have a “real” boyfriend for another few years. Even if he’s her third boyfriend and not even the first that has broken up with her, even if she’s strong as a rock, even if she’s too young, he’s too young, they’re both...

18
Jan
2015

TREASURE HUNTS

I probably wrote about these back when we were doing them, but I was cleaning our bedroom today (spring-cleaning! in the winter!) and found this little stack of tiny notebook pages. Upon further investigation, I realized they were the treasure hunt lists that I used to make to entice Martin to go walking with me. We’d walk around Flyinge with this tiny notebook and he’d check things off as he found them. I don’t remember how old he was but it has to have been when he was pretty young. 9 maybe? Give or take. Usually I would make up...

17
Jan
2015

LATE ON A LAZY SATURDAY

I was gonna write more. I WAS writing more. And then suddenly days go by and I haven’t written, though you know, there are LOTS of posts…in my head. Some days there just isn’t anything to write about. And some days even if there is I can’t be bothered. And some days there’s neither. You know, occasionally I can just sit down and start writing and even IF I have nothing to write about, I will end up with a post. Like now. I’m doing it right now. RIGHT THIS MINUTE, in fact. That said, it certainly does NOT mean...

13
Jan
2015

THERE’S NO NEED TO FEEL DOWN

This past weekend was my 18th anniversary of moving to Sweden. 18 years! Every year I am equally boggled by how long I have lived here. If you add on the 6 years I lived abroad as a child, that makes 24 years total I have lived abroad. Considering my age, which no one should be considering, that means only 2 more years and I’ll have lived half my life overseas (note to skeptics, I checked the math with my husband). Half my life! Martin: Why are you using Firefox and not Chrome? Liz: Um, I don’t know Martin: *under...

10
Jan
2015

THE INFAMOUS CANOE TRIP

True story, Freshman year, Michigan State University, 1982-1983, originally written summer 1983 Jim planned it. That, right there, was an inauspicious beginning. But at first everything seemed fine. We were told the Pine River was one of the best rivers for canoeing, but we were neglected to be told that meant people who knew what they were doing. So, we all trooped out cheerfully with no real idea of what we were getting into. The first foreshadowing of what was going to happen came right at the very beginning of the trip. Julie and I rode with Link and Burgeā€”not...

07
Jan
2015

CAPTIVE

We are ruining Karin’s life. RUINING it. How, you might ask? By living where we do (and by not letting her do ANYTHING, EVER but that’s another post). How COULD we choose to live in Flyinge? What in god’s name possessed us? WHAT WERE WE THINKING? That’s the gist of the text conversation I had with her this afternoon, while I was trying to get through the afternoon of my first day back at work after 2.5 weeks off. Good thing she wasn’t in arm’s reach or she might no longer have arms herself or at least thumbs to text...

05
Jan
2015

COMING DOWN

One more day of freedom and possibility. One more day to do whatever I want. One more day to fill up on relaxing, reading and lying about. The trees are bare but for the lights. Anders is in charge of the lights, so I will nag him to do them tomorrow. All you have to do is look hard at the tree and needles shower to the floor. Several branches are completely bare where the pull to remove an ornament left only the stick in its wake. Sad trees. The dining room table is COVERED in ornaments. It always take...

04
Jan
2015

I WOULD JUST LIKE TO SAY

I think, because I’m on vacation and I mean REALLY on vacation, not doing a damn thing, pretty much, except turning my nights into day and vice versa, what with the staying up until all hours and sleeping in late, that it’s causing me problems on the writing front. When you barely leave the house (except that I DID leave the house, multiple times, today) for days on end, it means you don’t have all that much to write about, except the inner workings of your weird brain, and good god, who wants to hear about that? I mean, I...

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