Tagged: beinglizardek

16
Mar
2008

THAT’S LIFE

Another weekend whizzes by. But now we have lots of time off to look forward to, as Easter approaches. The kids are off school this week but are at daycare part-time, since mom and dad are working until Friday. Friday is a day off! And Monday? Is a day off! We are not doing anything special for Easter, however, other than coloring eggs at some point, and hiding them presumably. And I need to go shopping for stuff to fill baskets with. I don’t know why, since this has always been a favorite holiday to celebrate American traditions on, that...

02
Mar
2008

IT IS WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT

These things go a long way toward restoring my equilibrium: sleeping in, sushi, massage, cleaning, reading, napping, music and watching my children’s faces light up. I had all of them, in one form or another, this weekend. There might also have been Ben & Jerry’s Caramel Chew Chew ice cream in there somewhere. It makes me feel that I can face Monday morning, which is nice. The upcoming week isn’t a busy one (I mean, aside from work): just taking Karin to karate tomorrow and walking while she’s there; and dinner with the Wonders on Friday. I read an excellent...

01
Mar
2008

OUT OF THE CORNER OF MY EYE

I just don’t know what to say. All my words seem to have deserted me lately and I’ve been completely subsumed by work work work work work. However, today I saw the faintest sheen of green on the trees across the pasture behind us and at the schoolyard on Friday afternoon there were also tiny peridot leaves on the bushes. I’ve seen little slips of crocus: bright yellow, royal purple, and the wavy zigzags of daffodils planted by the city of Malmö are green shoots about 4 inches high. The entire winter, while all the rest of my family and...

23
Feb
2008

CARPE THE DAMN DIEM

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.

17
Feb
2008

A PLACE FOR EVERYTHING…FOR NOW

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...

11
Feb
2008

WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN EXPLORING AND BEING LOST?

I got lost today on my walk. Sort of. Work was a giant stressball of crazy busyness and then I had to race home, get the kids and shove food into their faces before running out the door again to take Karin to karate. It’s 20 minutes away, in the little town of Eslöv, which has the reputation of being the most boring place in Sweden. (I actually don’t agree with that assessment, but whatever, I don’t live there, so what do I know?) Anyway, the 20 minutes means it’s not worth dropping her off and driving home again as...

16
Jan
2008

SIMPLE PLEASURES

Does getting older mean that you slowly freeze from the inside out? I swear poor circulation will be the death of me one day. My hands are SO COLD. I hate sitting here staring at the screen, unable to think of a single thing to write about. What a lame-o! Forging ahead, regardless. Never let it be said that writer’s block has got the best of me! My kids have been traditionally a little late to the party when it concerns iconic movie figures. Last year they were obsessing over Star Wars, watching the movies over and over, play-acting Jedi...

12
Jan
2008

AS USUAL: WALKING, WRITING, WORKING, READING, LAUGHING

This was today’s Treasure Hunt Walk list: someone smiling a 4-legged animal (not a dog) a man in a hat something purple flowers a truck a bicycle the letter X 2 triangles Martin made me laugh before we’d even left the neighborhood by quickly drawing an X and 2 triangles on the page and then he grinned up at me and said “You’re smiling!” but I called him a Cheater Peter and squashed him good. He used house roofs for the triangles and the man in the hat was eventually supplied by a garden gnome with a bright red hood....

13
Nov
2007

MY SISTER CALLS IT BREAKFRIST

Sugar crystal slush cover on the ground, the yard, the car this morning. Slickery noises as the car tires skid and catch even at a snail’s pace on the tight turns in the neighborhood. Halfway through the morning, a glance out my window reveals huge fat white feather-flakes slowly drifting downward; nothing sticks. The only way is through. Through the darkness, the cold, the wet, the dreamtime of winter. Just as everything natural is slowing down, turning inward, hibernating, our calendar and schedules and lives are speeding up: full speed to the holidays. This time of year is always grueling...

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