Tagged: beinglizardek

13
May
2007

TO THE WORLD YOU MIGHT BE JUST ONE PERSON, BUT TO ONE PERSON YOU MIGHT JUST BE THE WORLD

Because I couldn’t spend time with my own mother on Mother’s Day, being as how she is 8000-some-odd kilometers away, when one of the members of the AWC organized a Mother’s Day Luncheon today, I took my mother-in-law, which is what all of us who attended did. Our mothers-in-law who have helped to welcome us to a foreign country, made adjustments in their lives and their ways of thinking in order to bring us into the family, and who have helped the ongoing acclimatization with which we struggle on a daily basis, no matter how long we have lived here....

02
May
2007

ONE STEP AT A TIME IS GOOD WALKING

You know, I think I do pretty good with my little half hour walks 2 or 3 times a week, but usually Martin, and sometimes Karin, goes with me and I know I must subconsciously reduce my pace to fit his substantially shorter legs. He’s game for the walk and he keeps up just fine, since I don’t dawdle, but I know I’m not REALLY pushing myself. Because today? After power-walking for FIVE KILOMETERS with 9,300 other women through beautiful Pildamms Park in central Malmö (and another 2K from the parking lot and back again) I know exactly which muscles...

26
Apr
2007

AT HOME WHEREVER I FIND MYSELF

Tomorrow it’s time to return. Back to real life (and my hair’s evil twin Barky). Back to family and work and routines and the life that fulfills me and makes me who I am. Back to “home,” though I’ve long since given up being able to define “home” with a specific location. Home is where the heart is, they say, but my heart is all over the place. What an unexpected and welcome treat a month in the States has been. After 3 years away, it was all new again and big and overwhelming and bogglingly expensive and full of...

19
Apr
2007

SOME SPEED WITH A DASH OF ANTICIPATION

I like going fast. I like driving fast (at least, faster than I should, though I don’t like going TOO fast, because that triggers my control issues) and I like working fast. I read fast. I type fast. I eat fast. (which I’m told is not a good thing) I respond quickly in conversations with snappy comebacks. I make snap judgements sometimes. I don’t live in the fast lane, though. And I have never fasted in my life, though I understand it can be quite cleansing. I have no idea why I wrote all of that. It just came out....

16
Apr
2007

ONCE FOR YOURSELF AND ONCE FOR YOUR CHILD

I said, I don’t know how to get started again. I don’t know where to begin. It seems so trivial to just write a diary-log of my days, what I did, where I went, what I bought. What I ate. It’s more fun and it means more to me when I write things that seem to reflect the inner surface of my shiny and distracted brain. Things that I want to read about when someone else writes them. Things that make me smile or think or go “huh, that was cool.” My mom said, write about your family. Write about...

15
Mar
2007

LIKE A WHIRLPOOL IT NEVER ENDS

Whirly wheels of mind mechanics, my brain is spinning, it seems. This whole week has been crazy busy, punctuated by a one-two-three punch of anger/disappointment/resignation. I’ve worked late 2 days, tonight until 7 p.m.. With only 2 weeks left before I leave I’m feeling the pace start to increase and threaten to overwhelm. Today at work, I: finalized a 24-page product guide re-sized an ad layout re-sized and edited photos found things, sent things, uploaded things, transferred things, archived things, proofread things, showed people how to do things delegated 3 HTMLs, 4 datasheet layouts and a content extraction brainstormed about...

05
Mar
2007

NO INTERPRETATION NECESSARY

Wasn’t gonna write tonight because my brain is in translation mode and I had to literally tear myself away from my work in progress (almost half done! woo! I rock!) and my scanned PDF source file and the Swedish-English dictionary and the Stora Ordboken and the SAOB and PUT THE KEYBOARD DOWN. I pictured myself whirling about the room in a long white lacy nightgown while the maidservants turned down the bedcovers and hung up my robe, hugging the keyboard to my breast and crooning I could have worked all night, I could have worked all night and can’t decide...

06
Feb
2007

A DOUBLE HANDFUL OF THINGS I’M THINKING ABOUT THESE DAYS

Salad’s not so bad, if you add lots of things you like to it. That wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought it would be, why the hell didn’t I start this sooner? I’m STOKED. Martin starts piano lessons this week. Does this mean we have to get a piano? Good god, where would we put it?? Karin wants to take karate lessons. Why am I not surprised? WHY doesn’t LJ let you search for communities? Why are some of the books I read as a child and loved not nearly as great as I remember them when I read...

21
Jan
2007

DOWNTIME

I woke up in time, propelled by the urgency of my bladder and the heightened noise from the brightened living room; they were done with breakfast and ready to go. Pulled in for farewells, their heads are reaching to my breasts, just as they did years ago—it’s the bodies which have elongated and stretched them up to these heights. “Goodbye,” I say, “have fun.” We kiss and they are gone, out to the still dark silence of pre-dawn. The car was loaded last night and I turn on the kitchen light again to wave from the window; otherwise they wouldn’t...

18
Jan
2007

TRYING TO STOP SLAPPING ASIDE THE CLUESTICKS

Why do I do that? Why do I mentally turn away, begin to tune out, slam up a wall as soon as someone starts talking about it? I can feel myself doing it and I have to force myself to listen, force myself not to roll my eyes, not to mentally cover the conversation with a loudly silent YEAH YEAH YEAH inside my skull? Do I do it because I’m in denial? Because I’m so sure that I already KNOW everything that is coming, everything that is being said? Because I hate being lectured at even though I know everyone...