Author: lizardek

23
Jun
2007

TIME FLIES LIKE AN ARROW…FRUIT FLIES LIKE A BANANA

Whoa! Did you see that? The day was SHORTER today. Darn that solstice for zooming up and passing us at the speed of light (ha! speed of light! Me so funny) when I was really just wanting it to stay spring forever. Note to self: start Christmas shopping, cuz here it comes I suppose that having it stay spring forever would entail moving somewhere like southern California where it’s (allegedly) 72 and sunny every damn day of the year. Do you live in southern California? If so, can you VERIFY, please? I suppose as well that if I actually DID...

21
Jun
2007

RING OUT SOLSTICE BELLS!

You sure couldn’t tell it was the longest day of the year here, what with the grey skies and cloud cover, but Happy Solstice anyway! I went to see Elton John in concert last night, a last-minute invitation from a good friend who had disinvited her husband because he’s been such a butthead lately. I hate to luck out on someone else’s marital problems, but it was fun to go to a concert, which I haven’t done in ages. The last time I saw Elton John I was in college and we sat on the lawn and he totally rocked...

18
Jun
2007

WHAT DO YOU CALL FOUR TERNS? A CIRCLE

How many species of common birds can you recognize on sight? Besides the flashy obviousities of bluejay, cardinal, hummingbird, oriole and robin, I mean? I’m not really thinking of the songbirds so much or the “little brown jobs” of field and hedge. And I’m not really thinking of the one-hit wonders of flamingo, pelican, parrot or ostrich, either, since I assume those are the ones EVERYONE knows, whether or not they’ve ever actually seen one in real life. There are an awful lot of big birds here in Sweden that I am now on familiar terms with that I had...

15
Jun
2007

THE DRESS OF THOUGHT, WITHOUT WHICH WE ARE NAKED*

I can’t imagine what I would do without words. Where would the poems go? Where would be the satisfaction of seeing my thoughts take shape before me in printed form, intangibles made solid and communicative? Into the sound of silence, the still and quiet spaces of speechlessness. How often do you stop and think about the words you use every day to express yourself? How often do you ponder word choices and regard with amazement the fact that you HAVE choices about the way you say things, the words you pluck from your braincase and plug into place in the...

13
Jun
2007

IN SUMMER, THE SONG SINGS ITSELF*

Where IS everybody? You’re certainly not commenting much. Are you reading? Are you already on vacation? Have you been hit by the summertime sluggishness? or the Junebugaloo? I make some minor noise about lofty reasons for writing in this journal, but really? It’s all about the comments. It’s all about the love, people, and I’m NOT FEELING THE LOVE! hahahahaha!!! Believe me, I am right there, up the same, still, weed-choked creek with you. Motivation is nowhere to be seen, perhaps it’s under a lilypad or over in the meadow, in the sand, in the sun. It cooled down drastically...

11
Jun
2007

WE CLOSE OUR EYES AND DREAM, AND THE WORLD HAS TURNED AROUND AGAIN

No clouds above, the sky is pure pale blue, its hem touched with lavender, with rose, with gold. The sun slants shadows long across the grass. Shadow trees with flickering leaves. Every country road is lined with tall, feather-tassel-topped grasses, bowing in the wind of the car’s passing. They dance a subtle sine-wave both fore and aft. Insects buzz and skip and copulate, it’s their season and they know it, though everything is green and lush, they’ve not eaten their fill yet. Bright red poppies, like drops of blood, like sun-kissed rubies, stitch up the edges of all the fields;...

10
Jun
2007

I’M MELTING! I’M MELTING!

It’s been over 90F/30C here for the past 2 days. Subsequently, I have not really been in the mood to do anything, much less write about how hot I am. All I really want to do is lie on a chaise lounge and have my cabana boy fan me with palm leaves and serve up ice cold lemonade, the kind in a tall glass pitcher with ice cubes and slices of real lemons floating in it. Ohhhh cabana boy! where are you?! Sunny, Still and Sunshine-Filled Belated Birthday Wishes to purrthecat!

07
Jun
2007

BETTER TO SEARCH THAN TO BE SEARCHED

For book group tonight, we read Marlo Morgan’s controversial novel Mutant Message Down Under. I have to say, that though parts of it were valid and interesting, overall I didn’t really like the book. It seemed implausible and simplistic in too many ways. We had a good discussion about the book, though those of us who sat mostly silent were the ones who obviously didn’t like it much, while those who talked a lot had apparently connected with it on a much different level. Anyway, the gist of the book is that a white American healthcare professional in her 50s...

06
Jun
2007

NOT A PERFECT DAY, BUT PRETTY DARN CLOSE

Summer turns me upside down, summer summer summer! It’s like a merry-go-round…because I seem to spend most of my time turning about filling up my eyes with green and growing things, with bright and blooming things, with the endlessly endless never-ending blue of the sky. There are pink paradise bushes blooming everywhere, we have dozens of hard green baby cherries on our cherry tree, the swans out by the highway are nesting, and the horse on the street before ours has a little brown skippity foal. We scored super-big at IKEA today. Because it was Sweden’s National Day and just...

05
Jun
2007

NOT MUCH TO SAY BUT I’M SAYING IT ANYWAY

The twitch in my eye and shoulder, you ask? Where did they come from? From not being able to post this entry on LJ for THREE FOUR FRICKIN’ DAYS. I had to keep changing the tenses with each passing day of aggravation and frustration until my head nearly exploded. Thanks to e11en for reminding me I could post via email. *twitch* *** It’s June. Anders and I had our 11-year wedding anniversary on Friday but we didn’t really celebrate it since I had a work event to go to. Instead we took the kids for sushi the day after. Of...