Tagged: beinglizardek

I walked around the house in the late evening, turning off lights and checking the locks on the doors. Then I went and brushed my teeth and put on my nightgown and took my book into bed with me. I set the alarm, thinking, “Have to get up at a quarter to 7” in order to get the kids up and dressed and breakfasted, so that we would all be on time for school and work. I read for awhile and then I turned out the light and went to sleep. I slept really hard and when I woke I...

I have, and have had, so much to do that I keep forgetting I’ve done things. I’ve always been proud of my memory but it seems to be failing me more and more lately. Or rather, I suppose it’s I who have overburdened it so badly that it’s staggered and fallen to its knees (beneath my hairline). My memory has fallen and it can’t get up! When do I start worrying about Alzheimers? When does the Part-heimers cross the line? When I can’t remember who I am? Where I’m supposed to be? Which of my children has a birthday in...

La la la! Hey there! How are ya? Good? Are you good? I’m good, though I was kinda wondering earlier when I felt that familiar sense of detachment settle around my shoulders like a warm and comfortable shawl. I’ve been in the process of shrugging it off all evening, however, and it’s currently lying on the floor, keeping my feet warm instead. I had a massage at work today, much-needed since last week just as I knocked on the door for my scheduled appointment she popped her head out with her coat on and made me want to cry by...

Sometimes, when I wonder where the week went, I worry that one day, when I’m shrunken as a hobbit and curled like an apostrophe with white hair and stout shoes, I’ll wake up and wonder where my life went.

There is a weird dichotomy that goes on in my brain when it comes to living space. No matter where I’ve lived I’ve worked very hard to make my home perfect: attractive, comfortable, a place of peace where there are beautiful things to look and where everything you see as you look around you is right where it belongs. I’m one of those people who move things back to their spot if you happen to pick them up and move them a few inches off-base. My mother-in-law, while helping me spring-clean in the past, hopefully never noticed that after she...