Tagged: beinglizardek

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...

12
Nov
2007

I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO TOMORROW

Karin inherited my creeping cruddy throat and cough and has been sick, sprayingly so, for 3 days. No school for her today, and because Anders left for a business trip this morning (to Italy. All week sigh) I stayed home with her and attempted to work while she alternately gyrated and sprawled. A constantly crashing connection made my plans for getting work done rather sporadic and frustrating, as did the painfully blurry and dry eyes that were plaguing me ALL DAMN DAY. She’s going to school tomorrow come phlegm or whatever hell or high water: I have a massage scheduled...

09
Oct
2007

IN WHICH LIZ FAKES YOU OUT WITH LOTS OF TYPING

Too much going on which is calling me away from here right now. I’m around—just not very vocal, it seems. I’d write a list of what’s going on this week/month/season but I suspect everyone would just yawn and be all “yeah, you’re busy, what else is new?” If you had just gotten a big wooden sideboard with 2 drawers and 2 cabinet doors on the front with carved apples with leaves in squares in the center of them, what color would you paint it? It’s currently white, which we don’t want. Anders suggested grey (probably to stave off my penchant...

15
Sep
2007

THINGS I THINK ABOUT DOING, SOME OF WHICH COULD HAPPEN

learning French adopting a Siberian cat living in Holland traveling to Prague, St. Petersburg and Sydney losing another 25 pounds vacationing in Ireland and Wales doing a “Great Museums” world tour planting trees recycling more saving the polar bears, among others inventing a matter transmitter having another baby …hahaha! NOT! re-decorating the children’s department being the author of a book on amazon.com biting my tongue when something sarcastic begins to fly off of it moving somewhere else for a couple of years reading all the books on my wish list tattooing a tiny, curled lizard on my hip adding more...

14
Sep
2007

CAPTAIN NEATNIK

I am a pathological picker-upper. I can’t abide seeing things that are out of place in my surroundings. Even at other people’s homes during the later hours of a party, I’m the one you’ll see wandering about collecting lip-sticked wineglasses and empty chip bowls and carrying them to the kitchen, because I just can’t stand it any more. If you’re really lucky, I’ll sometimes even WASH THEM. In this respect, having children has been a huge test of willpower and endurance for me, given their tendency to liberally cover the floor with lego or plastic animals or paper and leave...

22
Aug
2007

HOW CAN THE LIGHT THAT BURNED SO BRIGHTLY SUDDENLY BURN SO PALE?

It’s not iritis and it’s not glaucoma and it’s not any other eye disease. I have healthy eyes, just ageing ones…and DRY ones, to boot. Very probably made worse by the skin treatment medicine I was on for 4 months in the beginning of the year and which I will most likely be starting again tomorrow, which definitely won’t help and will, in fact, probably make it worse, at least for a while. So, I’m relieved to know that my eyes are really okay, but frustrated to know that the blurryness will probably continue for a long time and that...