“I was something that lay under the sun and felt it, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge.” —Willa Cather Corny Kids!
Today was the first completely pain-free left-arm day in 4 weeks. I have no idea why, but MAN, am I happy about it. Fresh figs with brie or chevre cheese on crackers were good but honestly? Nothing that special. The weather has been so incredibly beautiful that it makes me want to sing. i can’t get Silly Love Songs by Wings out of my head, and really, why would I want to? In the past 3 days I have emailed 134 paid AWC members with their directory info to double-check and today I called 44 (with more or less success)...
I feel the need for posting but what with a painful arm and shoulder, and a million other things to do that require sitting at a computer putting more strain on said arm & shoulder, I keep not doing it. 🙁 The sky is so blue today. It’s been beautiful all week. Blue sunny, autumn-breezy, not a cloud in the sky. This is my favorite kind of weather. It’s why autumn was my favorite season for most of my life (until I moved to Sweden and found out how much I need Spring). The kids and I have been slowly...
If there is someone who feels like an outsider, like they don’t belong, like they haven’t found their kindred spirits on this earth, there is sure no evidence of them at the Squam Art Workshops, nestled deep in the oak groves of rural New Hampshire. SAW is held at the twin lakeshore camps of Deephaven and Rockywold on the shores of Squam Lake. I’m sure there are times when it’s bleak there; in winter, maybe, when the leaves have forsaken the trees and the ground is slick with ice and downed branches and the lake is a gray and frozen...
You know how when you hit your funny bone a good one, it radiates that spasm up and down your limb to the exclusion of every other sensory input possible in that moment? How you just have to stand statue-still, with your other hand clamped around the screaming bend in your arm, and WILL the pain to fan out from your fingertips? What would you do if it didn’t stop? For. Two. Whole. Weeks. I called our healthcare insurance company today and asked for an appointment with a naprapat which I wasn’t even sure of the definition of until about...
This is literally the first time in 2 weeks that I have had the energy or the time to get online and post something. It has been go go go since I got to Massachusetts. This is our last evening here; Mom and I fly out tomorrow from Boston, she home to Michigan, and me home via the Atlantic Ocean and a layover in Amsterdam. (which I just spelled Amsterdamn and then Amsterdamm in my attempts to finish the sentence…drrr). I have had a very productive, very fun 2 weeks and extra quality time with my mom, plus a GREAT...
I am breathless with the amount of things I have to do lately. It’s non-stop go go go from the moment my alarm shrills in my ear until the moment I switch off the light and burrow down beneath the covers again. Every day is filled; work is crazy busy and the evenings are no better. Something every minute that is calling, pushing, pulling, demanding my attention and my time. I just wrote out a list of things I’ve done today, mostly to impress you, then realized no one really cares except me, what I’ve accomplished on my to-do list,...
A forecast for all-day rain that turns out to be COMPLETELY wrong Taking the day off Sleeping IN on a work day Planning ahead Having a brainwave on the way to Lund and going to the train station in Hjärup instead where the parking is free all day! Getting up on the train platform to discover that someone vandalized the ticket machines the night before* and they were being replaced, so: free train ride to Malmö! Having everyone show up for the AWC lunch on time Festival food! Moose Wok, Wild Pig Pockets, SUSHI! Langos! Churros! Mini-donuts! (I didn’t eat...
What is there to write about? The slinky way the clouds move in as the blue of the sky darkens toward dusk? The mosquito-whine of race cars from the other room, where the Playstation seems to be always on? The meatball & potato pie leftovers that my husband made for the crayfish party? The way the ripening pears hang from the overstuffed trees of the allé? How my brother doesn’t post enough photos of how cute my new nephew is? How pleased I am about Karin’s school choice so far, and guess what? Her English & Spanish teacher is an...
I need to spend some time remembering why I’m here, why I put myself out here, why I do all the various things I do. Because I like doing them? Or because they’ve simply become habit? I could write a book just about the things I no longer do, the things I no longer have time for, or make time for, or find time for. I could write a book…if I bothered, but let’s be honest: online journaling is about as far as my writing is and will ever take me. That’s fine, I’m down with that. This past week...