Tagged: beinglizardek

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...

10
Aug
2007

IT’S NOT THE YEARS IN YOUR LIFE THAT COUNT, IT’S THE LIFE IN YOUR YEARS*

Happy birthday to me! haha! Woken up just after 7 a.m. to singing and hugs and presents. Spent the day with family and friends at the zoo, we watched the seals get fed and admired all the little animal babies. The zoo was crawling with baby animals: wolf cubs, lynx kittens, wildcat kittens, fox cubs, otter pups, kids (goats), lambs, wild piglets. We got home around 3:30 and power-napped for an hour, then made dinner and went to the grocery store and afterwards I frosted the spice cake I’d made yesterday with home-made buttercream almond frosting: YUM! The boys are...

01
Aug
2007

IF I WAS REALLY SUPER, I’D BE ABLE TO ADD

I’m lying in the big chair, hand on chin, thinking. Anders is typing away at something in the computer room. I suddenly think, “Good lord, it’s the first of August. I have a birthday coming up soon.” Then I make my brain hurt with trying to remember how old I actually am, which birthday is this, how old will I be in 10 days? The answer I come up with doesn’t seem to be right. I count in my head from the last big one, adding for each year since then: one, two, three? Is that right? Three? “Anders,” I...

23
Jul
2007

MERRY GO ROUND

When I opened the side door and stepped out, I was surprised to see a rather large hedgehog snuffling around right there, practically under my feet. He seemed taken aback as well and waffled first one way and then the other. I didn’t want to scare him so I just chuckled a quiet hello and went for a walk in the lovely evening sunshine, made even lovelier by its contrast with the 24-hour pouring buckets of rain we had yesterday. A grasshopper string section played a buzzing, frenzied sarabande as I strode past a meadow overflowing with golden feathered tall...

12
Jul
2007

POCKET, MEET BURNING HOLE

What in the hell is the matter with me and damn writer’s block? It’s not like I have anything earthshattering to say. Welcome to the journal of the notorious Fitzandstarts! I’ve been editing last year’s journal entries (the 3 previous years are long-done and getting impatient) and geez louise, I posted something nearly every day! What energy! Where did my energy go? *looks suspiciously under the desk* A colleague at work the other day told me she didn’t understand a friend of hers who didn’t like to go anywhere or do anything on vacation, and then was shocked when I...

09
Jul
2007

GIVING BACK TO THE ENVIRONMENT

Everything’s got to be interesting, thought-provoking, intellectually stimulating. It’s got to move you, make you think, or laugh, or cry. It’s not enough to simply rub the shimmery powdered scales of daily doings from the butterfly’s wings of your life and smear it sparkling across your screen, it has to MEAN SOMETHING. So, when you’re in a nightmoth mode, drab and brown and camouflaged, where do you find that glimmer of beauty and how do you light up your words? What do you care if no one is reading as long your own look back over your shoulder causes the...