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22
Nov
2005

BLABBLE

What’s up with LJ and the non-delivered comments? I know of several that were posted to my journal and my comments in other people’s journals that I never received via notification. Also, I hereby sing the praises of Peanut Butter M&Ms! WOW. You people in the States can get this stuff any time you want it?? It’s better than crack. Not that I would know. I have the day off work today to attend an “Inspiration Seminar.” I have no idea what to expect. Anders left again this morning. He’ll be home Friday. I have to buy 3 turkeys before...

21
Nov
2005

THERE IS ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS SOMETHING TO BE THANKFUL FOR

A week is too long. I start to stumble and slide. My temper slips, and slithers a bit. I don’t know how single parents do it, I honestly don’t. Anders is home, even if for just a one-night-stand-stop, in the midst of his business trip, and suddenly I’m walking on sunshine again. 🙂 It helped that the SUN was also walking on sunshine again today. How many days in a row is that? I’ve lost count! UNPRECEDENTED! It’s been a magical autumn with all the unaccustomed sunshine we’ve had in Sweden, long may it continue! It makes it so much...

20
Nov
2005

:(

I have mixed emotions about mixed emotions. And mixed emotions are what I’ve been all about today. I shall take my grumpy self to bed now.

19
Nov
2005

WHISTLE WHILE YOU WORK

The moon is now waning gibbous. Waning GIBBOUS. I love that it waxes and wanes. It doesn’t decrease and increase, it doesn’t grow and shrink, it doesn’t swell and deflate; it waxes and wanes. I think Waxing Gibbous would be a SUPERB name for a rock band, don’t you? I had to go look gibbous up. Because when I stopped and thought about it, even though I KNOW it has to do with the moon, I didn’t REALLY know what it meant. I thought of gibbons and gibbering. The man in the moon does look kind of like a monkey…but...

17
Nov
2005

SOME ARE SILVER AND OTHERS ARE GOLD

When I was 13-14 years old, I was in a gang. I know! It’s shocking! But before you unfriend me in horror, take note that we were a gang of total geeky girls who wore polyester and plaid pants (c’mon, it was the SEVENTIES, that’s all there was for 13-year-olds), who drew comic books together and sang in choir and ate entire packs of Opal Fruits in the cafeteria while we talked about boys and the slumber party that Jill was hosting that weekend. Becky and I sort of ran the gang, or at least we started it by hanging...

16
Nov
2005

HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE

I think I’ve figured out what’s going on. It’s a full moon! But wait! Wasn’t it a full moon yesterday? Come to think of it, it was a full moon THREE DAYS AGO. Are we STUCK?! Well, actually, Martin and I sussed out the moon 3 days ago, and after checking it over very carefully, heads tilted to first one side and then the other, we agreed that it wasn’t quuuuuuuuuuuuuite full yet. It was still a shade squashy on one side. But it was for sure a full moon the night after. The night after that was cloudy, and...

15
Nov
2005

THE WINTER OF MY DISCONTENT

Is there something to write about that doesn’t sound trite? I feel banal, boring, uninspired. My mind skids in dizzy circles, enumerating the things that need to be done, the things I can’t get out of doing, the things I have to put off doing, the number of hours in a day which don’t add up to enough. 24 would seem an overabundance, but 9 8 7 6 are eaten up by sleeping and 8 are eaten up by working and suddenly it seems I only have half an hour left each day to do all the things that are...

14
Nov
2005

BUILDING WALLS INSTEAD OF BRIDGES

No emails. How very sad. I’ve rewritten this entry twice. Two long paragraphs—deleted. Two bulletpoint lists—deleted. My mood is rather wintry, which is appropriate considering the weather is turning. The leaves are pretty much done falling now, instead they dance and swirl and spiral and scuttle. One startled me today by moving exactly like a crab across the road. scuttle, scuttle I had to look twice to make sure we weren’t suddenly at the beach. Another startled me by behaving like a mouse—zip, stop, scurry! The leaves are possessed, it seems. Another couple of paragraphs deleted. I’m such a critic....

13
Nov
2005

IN WHICH LIZ IS GLAD TO GET HOME

oh, it’s an insidious feeling…it’s the same sort of thing that happens sometimes when you’re standing on the edge of a cliff or driving. The urge to hurl yourself off a precipice without looking back. Can you fly? I think not. Although, in this particular instance, the feeling is more one of NOT taking action than of doing something impetuous and deadly. It’s what happens when you haven’t written for several days and the principle about a body at rest tending to stay at rest makes it hard to imagine being able to start … the … ball … rolling...

10
Nov
2005

RHAPSODY

books books books books! I love books! And you know what else I love? Talking about books! Reading them! sniffing them…mmmm…paper! I love all those little black squared off rectangles that are made up of letters and words and sentences and paragraphs and chapters and books books books books! I love that little creaky noise a book makes when you first crack it open and I love the whiiiifff of the pages when you flip through them. I love reading prologues and acknowledgements and author’s notes and blurbs. I love looking at the back side of the title page and...

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