Author: lizardek

Darn the weather, anyway! A gorgeous blue-skied sunshine morning turns into a sleeting, snowing, grey afternoon. Who let the dogs out? I stayed up way too late last night, just playing around online and on LJ, and then called my mother at 12:14 a.m. who said in a horrified voice when she picked up the phone, “What are you still doing up?!!” 😛 Dealing with the ownfault-tiredness is going okay, although I’m not looking forward to being unable to veg on my own sofa while the kids swirl around me like dust devils. Instead, I’m picking them up after work...

Despite a powdered sugar dusting of snow along all the edges this morning, we had winter sunshine today, high and stabbing and potent. Plastic stretched sky, so shiny and bright it looks unreal. Blue like a robin’s egg, like a periwinkle, like the water against the pale blue painted sides of a swimming pool. Nearly no clouds and a few jet trails like jewelry across heaven’s throat. Later, an unseen artist adds dabs of black to the mix, gradually darkening the hue from blue through black, a cobalt that breathes with tiny twinkly pulsating stars. They look like pinholes through...

Flyinge is, quite possibly, the best little Swedish village in Skåne. Aside from the fact that it doesn’t have a take-out sushi joint, that is. It was on the outer edge of the circle we drew around Malmö and Lund when we were househunting in 1997 and has so many amenities that when we decided that first house was getting a bit small, I amazed my husband by insisting that we find or build a new house in Flyinge instead of considering any of the other certain-to-be drab, podunk villages in the area or moving in to Malmö or Lund....

Does anyone know if you can glue candles back together?

Backhanded compliments are so fun. Your mind just twists them around and around like a little möbius strip. Apparently, I use this LJ thing too much as a journal (the laundry is all done) and not enough as a blog (I saw a velvet sky tonight, streetlights spread their clean, white light). To that I say: Pbbbb!!! 😛 My brother, the idea man, has told me in no uncertain terms that I need to do more creative writing here. The latin phrase with which I’ve titled this journal seems to have escaped him. Or else it’s not IN THAT CRAPPY...

There’s just something about a successful dinner party that makes you feel all warm and socially competent. 🙂 I left work early yesterday, picked up a package at the post office (Ducati calendar for Anders!), picked up garlic spread and marinated olives from our local kebab/pizza joint, picked up the kids, and then got home with an hour to clean up before our guests arrived. Since the house was in decent condition, that worked out perfectly. We had 2 couples over, people we really like. Barbara and Paul have a 20-month old and a 4-week old, both girls, and both...

I double dog dare you! How well do you know lizardek? *bleats like a sheep, baa baa baa! 🙂 *

I love black olive tapenade and garlic in everything, but man oh man, do they apparently not love me. It’s unrequited. Or else they’re pissed about something I did years ago and are letting me know in no uncertain terms that they haven’t forgotten, even if I have, oh NO. My stupid Mousetrapper is misbehaving at work, and won’t let me take the mouse pointer all the way over to the right hand side. WTF?! It’s me against the inanimate again, and as usual, they’re WINNING! 🙁 argh. Martin’s zipper started it this morning and now my mouse is trying...

Mini-Revelation I Had Yesterday: Part of the reason everything seems so dark is because it’s all WET. Wet things, like hair, or stones, are always darker, but I never really thought about it until yesterday. Right now EVERYTHING in Skåne is wet, and that contributes to the general murkiness of the world. I’m reading Cloven Hooves by Megan Lindholm, who also writes as Robin Hobb, and while I’ve found her Lindholm books can be hit or miss, this one has me fascinated. However, I keep wanting to shake the main character and tell her to snap out of it. This...