Tagged: beinglizardek

07
Jan
2006

IN OTHER WORDS

I’ve just started reading my second Ann-Marie MacDonald book in as many days, The Way The Crow Flies, and I am completely enamoured of her writing style. This second book is about an Air Force family in the early 60s and even though it is the CANADIAN Air Force and not the American one which provided my childhood label of “military brat,” it is already evident after only a few chapters that she has captured the essence of it completely. If you move around all your life, you can’t find where you come from on a map. All those places...

02
Jan
2006

THINGS WOULD BE DIFFERENT AROUND HERE, ALL RIGHT

There’s never been a time in my life when I didn’t know I was special. Look at all the evidence! Firstborn, a Leo, in the Year of the Dragon, and left-handed to boot. Some may argue that left-handedness is a sinister thing, but we lefties know we’re special and you’ll never convince us otherwise. Why am I not running the world? If I was running the world, I would make the following proclamations: SUSHI FOR DINNER whenever I’m in the mood for it or OFF WITH YOUR HEADS! BACKRUBS and NECKRUBS whenever my neck and/or back hurts or OFF WITH...

30
Dec
2005

BY FEBRUARY I’LL BE SICK OF THIS STUFF…

…but just now it’s marvelous, magical, wondrously winter! Martin and I went out for a walk today, the first of what I hope is a year and more of half hour walks through the changing seasons, through Flyinge in all her colors and decorations. Because of hurting my foot last February I’ve not been able to keep my promise to myself to walk every day this past year. I had to be careful of my foot still, in my big stomper winterboots on slippery streets that have been packed down instead of plowed and snow ridges and piles that shift...

03
Dec
2005

NO PREACHING, JUST PRACTICING

A lot of what’s been on my mind lately has been work-related and not in a good way, and since I won’t talk about work here, I feel like my not being able to talk about work here has been sort of blocking my being able to talk about ANYTHING here. I could lock up the post, I suppose, and get it out, but to be honest, I’m still chewing several things over in my head, and I don’t really want or need advice, because it’s not that kind of thing, it’s more general observations and a bit of discomfort...

14
Nov
2005

BUILDING WALLS INSTEAD OF BRIDGES

No emails. How very sad. I’ve rewritten this entry twice. Two long paragraphs—deleted. Two bulletpoint lists—deleted. My mood is rather wintry, which is appropriate considering the weather is turning. The leaves are pretty much done falling now, instead they dance and swirl and spiral and scuttle. One startled me today by moving exactly like a crab across the road. scuttle, scuttle I had to look twice to make sure we weren’t suddenly at the beach. Another startled me by behaving like a mouse—zip, stop, scurry! The leaves are possessed, it seems. Another couple of paragraphs deleted. I’m such a critic....

29
Oct
2005

THE GRAND ESSENTIALS

There is a quote I’ve read that says: “the grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.” Isn’t that a great philosophy when it comes to happiness? It works for me even when I’m only referring to BOOKS! 😀 I’m torn between the philosophy that anticipation is what keeps us going, and that having things on our to-do list is what keeps us going. Maybe it’s the anticipation of actually clearing everything off our to-do lists (all the different ones we keep, not just the ones that keep our households running) that...

18
Oct
2005

YOU SAY TOMATO, I SAY TOMAY-DOH!

I was starving by the time lunch rolled around today, and I ran downstairs to the canteen to pick up the food I had ordered from our take-in restaurant. It comes in a styrofoam hotbox, full of little aluminium carryout containers for the people who ordered ahead. Today’s lunch was a beef patty with melted cheese and little fried potatoes with spinach. There is always a bowl of mixed salad as well, so I put everything on a plate and stopped to pick up utensils and napkins. Often, the kitchen personnel set out plates of leftover tomatoes and cucumbers from...

04
Oct
2005

COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS

I have a little devil on one shoulder these days, and a little angel on the other. The devil whispers in my ear and plays with my hair and strokes the back of my neck. He says, “Don’t bother tonight, don’t write. Just go to bed. You’re tired.” The angel reaches around and thumps him a good one. “Ow!” he exclaims, “Hey! That hurt!” She gives him a look and then pats me soothingly. “Don’t listen to him,” she says, “Go write. You’ll feel better.” Often I can’t decide who to listen to. Sometimes I listen to both and dither...

28
Sep
2005

IN WHICH LIZ CAN’T TYPE FAST ENOUGH TO KEEP UP WITH HER BOUNCING BRAIN

People are so nice!! YOU are so nice! Those of you on my friends list who live in Sweden or outside of your home country will understand this. It is SUCH a thrill to get an unexpected package and one that contains goodies from home, stuff that you can’t find, that you only get maybe once every few years or so, if that, is an occasion for a happy little dance with a huge, elastic grin on your face. And when it’s goodies that you’ve never even heard of, that just say HOME to you in a way that nothing...

21
Sep
2005

SLIDING

There’s no longer any denying that fall is in full swing. 2 sugar beets by the side of the road: the definitive sign of autumn. The sugar beet factory is lit up and the chimneys are roaring. There’s a chill in the air, but when the wind isn’t blowing, it’s the perfect temperature where sweaters are nice but not necessary. There is this long slope ahead of me, down which I am skating, and I feel I’m doing slalom around each of the obstacles in my path. Each thing on my to-do list, each appointment, each commitment is a barrier,...

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