Tagged: beinglizardek

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...

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...

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...

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...

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...