Monthly Archive: September 2016

24
Sep
2016

FREE TIME, ME TIME

It’s a kid-free evening! I dropped Martin off at work at noon (late start today), where the apple orchard and cafe were already hopping, and he had plans to go to a party this evening and then spend the night at a friend’s house. Karin is also at a party, and won’t be home until around 1 a.m. though I am hoping she’ll be responsible and come home earlier, since she has to get up early to leave for a soccer game tomorrow…though she will be able to sleep in the car for 1.5 hours as it’s an away game....

19
Sep
2016

THINGS I FORGOT TO WRITE ABOUT

Twice recently I drove home in the evening and marveled at the full moon. It was huge and silver and beautiful. When I got out and parked the car, I went into the back yard, where the streetlights aren’t so bright and stared up at the sky. Black and clear and spangled with stars and that huge glowing moon hanging over the side of the sky. We’re supposed to be getting our election ballots by the end of this week. If you are American and reading this, you had better be voting. If you are American and living overseas, it’s...

18
Sep
2016

ONE WEEKEND

It’s the middle of Sunday, nearly, and it’s been a productive weekend. I vacuumed, windexed, drove Martin to work, and grocery shopped. I finished the AWC presentation for the annual meeting that is coming up and sent it for review, prepared the ballots for the board elections and worked on real work (another PPT) for 2 hours. And in between I did laundry and read all of Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane, which I was VERY late in finally getting around to, and which I promptly regretted because it was wonderful and I gulped it...

13
Sep
2016

12 THINGS YOU MIGHT NOT HAVE KNOWN ABOUT ME

I grind my teeth. My parents called me Lisa until I was 5 years old. My fingernails are really strong. I’m an alto. I can type 90 words a minute, approximately. I’m left-handed. Bug legs give me the heebie-jeebies. I’m a Monday’s child. I’ve moved 29 times in my life…so far. I didn’t get my first driver’s license until after I had graduated from college. During an average 7-day week, I eat salmon at least 4 times. I’ve never been drunk. Your turn!

11
Sep
2016

WHEN IN DOUBT, POST ROSES

I’ve started to write a post twice but was stopped by a sense of futility: faced with blankness, my mind was blank, too. This is my third attempt and I figured it was easier to just start typing and see what happens. Sometimes, words flow better if you open the valve without looking at what you are doing; let them pour from between your fingers, between the keys of the keyboard, gush from the wellspring of a mind that sometimes needs to be tricked into thinking. The sun shone all weekend; the sky a flawless blue. In the early mornings...

07
Sep
2016

CRASH BANG NAP

Trundling along. The weeks zip by and I zip with them. Zippidee doo dah, that’s me. At least not zippidee dodo, eh? haha! On Monday morning, when I was driving to work, I made the turn from our big roundabout onto the highway entrance ramp and immediately regretted it. Traffic was backed up onto the ramp, and the highway was dead stop, packed. GAH! No way to turn around. And once you are on the highway, you can’t get off until you’re all the way to the first exit in Lund. Some idiot several cars ahead of me was stopped...

03
Sep
2016

A MATTER OF TIME

All the spiders are coming inside, it must be fall. All the skeeter-eaters, too. And the flies come in, but they’re so slow and lethargic that it’s easy to swat them or blow them back outside. Everything looks yellow-tinged, insect-eaten, wilty. The storks are in the harvested fields, eating worms, every morning in the fog. The leaves aren’t falling yet but it feels like just a matter of time. Everything boils down to a matter of time, doesn’t it? It’s September already. Whether or not it’s officially fall, September heralds the beginning of the end of the year. Out of...

01
Sep
2016

BMC*

Good day at work. Lovely choir practice for our concert tomorrow. Still: tired and grumpy and headachy now Everyone driving in front of me is stupid and slow. All our money is practically gone and it’s the FIRST OF THE MONTH. WTH. We have plans every day this weekend…no downtime at all: URGH. That is all, I remove my grumpiness forthwith. Carry on. *Bitch moan complain

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