Tagged: beinglizardek

I’m sitting, rather hunched, in the rolling chair at the desk that holds the computer. I’ve been working on my blog book for 2010 and am almost finished with the last bit of editing: updating the table of contents and adding the page numbers. Then I can upload it to Lulu and order a printed copy and the row of little green books with my name on them will lengthen by one more. As soon as I typed the word hunched, I straightened my spine and heard it crack with three small pops. I try really hard not to sit...

Mostly my focus isn’t here. It’s at work or within. It’s on the cloud cover and the chilly temps, on the tiny hard green cherries on the cherry tree and on whether or not the baby rosebushes are thriving. It’s on Eurovision or was, this past weekend; therefore on bad costume choices and bad Balkan pop and stage crashers and a surprising amount of decent songs and how much more relaxing it was to watch the show without worrying about how Sweden was doing since they didn’t make it the Final this year anyway. I feel a little disconnected, mostly...

Like Megsie, I often deliberately wait a day or so after writing a post, in order to let my hordes handful of readers read and comment…I don’t want to leave anyone behind, after all. Ahem. Actually, and again like Megsie, who might as well have written this part of my post FOR ME only on HER blog, most of the time, when I sit down to write a post or at least have the intention of beginning a post, I end up blank, with nothing coming to mind, despite the dozens of excellent ideas and topics that zinged at me...

Well, that 4-day weekend went too quickly. I suppose I can give thanks that this will be a short week, yes? One thing I do on weekends and even worse on holidays is to stay up late and sleep in late. If I don’t restrain myself I can quite easily turn my clock completely upside-down: staying up until 3 a.m., sleeping until 1 in the afternoon. These days I’m better about restraining myself but I’m still guilty and 4 days of it is just enough to make the first working day a nightmare. Mea culpa, etc. Cate, my cousin, came...

Feeling torn, feeling worn, wanting to write here but feeling as if my heart and head are elsewhere. Would I had the money and time to fly across the ocean even if just to BE there, to do what I could to help, even knowing that nothing I could do will help. Thank you all for your kind words. And thank you, thinkum for a really concrete way to BE there for my friend. I’ve spent the weekend staring at my children, hugging them a little too hard, talking to my mom, my husband, my brother and sister, writing letters...