CARPE THE DAMN DIEM
Sometimes, when I wonder where the week went, I worry that one day, when I’m shrunken as a hobbit and curled like an apostrophe with white hair and stout shoes, I’ll wake up and wonder where my life went.
Sometimes, when I wonder where the week went, I worry that one day, when I’m shrunken as a hobbit and curled like an apostrophe with white hair and stout shoes, I’ll wake up and wonder where my life went.
Some days when I sit down at the computer to write something I have no idea what will come out of my fingers. hahaha! Some days! As if. I meant every day! My fingers have a mind of their own when it comes to coming up with something to say, apparently. Mouth silent, brain rabbit-nibbled, but fingers? Clickety pressing and dancing and hopping up and down as if they were possessed. I have absolutely no idea where I’m going with this but apparently my fingers don’t give a shit. On they go! This week has been the wringiest yet at...
There is a weird dichotomy that goes on in my brain when it comes to living space. No matter where I’ve lived I’ve worked very hard to make my home perfect: attractive, comfortable, a place of peace where there are beautiful things to look and where everything you see as you look around you is right where it belongs. I’m one of those people who move things back to their spot if you happen to pick them up and move them a few inches off-base. My mother-in-law, while helping me spring-clean in the past, hopefully never noticed that after she...
Amazing how Friday comes along all bouncy and sunny and nonchalant; all “what cryck in the neck? what? where? hey! vanilla hearts for Friday fika! Awesome, dude!” and then I got a lot done at work and I left on time and the sun was shining and we went out for sushi and it was gooood and then we went and bought a bunch of junk food and there might have been melty brie and crackers involved and then we…I mean I…oogled Viggo for an hour and a half while simultaneously fending off questions from concerned fellow watchers: “Does he...
I don’t like beech trees hedges at any other time of year than spring. The dried copper-colored leaves shake in the wind; rattling like great skirts of beetle carcasses, husks clacking together. Though the sun shone today high in a pinked sky and made me happy by still being up past 5 o’clock when I finally left work, it wasn’t enough to shake my mood. Not even roses waiting for me on the table with the smiles of my family and shouts of “Happy Valentine’s Day!” have worked long enough to shake this mood loose completely. This mood that has...
I have WORK ON THE BRAIN and it WON’T GET OFF.
I got lost today on my walk. Sort of. Work was a giant stressball of crazy busyness and then I had to race home, get the kids and shove food into their faces before running out the door again to take Karin to karate. It’s 20 minutes away, in the little town of Eslöv, which has the reputation of being the most boring place in Sweden. (I actually don’t agree with that assessment, but whatever, I don’t live there, so what do I know?) Anyway, the 20 minutes means it’s not worth dropping her off and driving home again as...
It seems to make the walk go faster, when you’re on a treasure hunt at the same time. The air is warm and the sky is the sort of mottled white and blue that means it will probably be overcast by evening, though it was sunny for awhile this morning. People are out walking, with their dogs or their walking sticks or their baby carriages. We saw a family bicycling and children out playing soccer in the schoolyard. Martin’s list today consisted of: a flag something yellow a woman in a garden something that’s not the color it used to...
Do you ever stop and think about the fact that all the people around you, the people on the bus, or the woman riding horseback in the field by the road or the folk that wander purposefully up and down the aisles of the grocery store you’re in, ALL those people are thinking and doing and living their lives just like you? Sometimes it freaks me out a little bit. It used to freak me out a lot when I had this kind of epiphany every once in awhile in Chicago, city of 9 million plus souls. And half the...
Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’m NOT all that. Maybe I’ve been fooling myself all along. Once I thought I might set the world on fire somehow, in some small way, but right now I’m just flagging; fatigued. Maybe I need to take a closer look and face the facts: I might be neither as young nor as good as I think I am. Thought I was. Thunk. If I were a leaf I’d be spiraling down through the air toward the long decay on the forest floor. Drained of suppleness but bright in color, my deciduous heart. Anger comes first,...