Tagged: beinglizardek

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...

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,...

How many things can you do at once? Can you walk and talk? Can you walk and talk AND keep track of a child? Can you walk and talk and keep track of a child and follow directions that are only in your head to your destination? How many things can we multi-task at once and still do any one of them halfway decently? Can you pat your head and rub your stomach simultaneously? Can you talk on the phone and surf the web at the same time? Is there some law of diminishing returns that governs how progressively less...

I’m beginning to feel a bit like a weekend blogger. The will is there and the desire, but I can’t seem to find enough time. I don’t really want to be writing journal entry after journal entry detailing my to-do list, my crossing off of items on said to-do list, the amount of sleep I’m missing and the fact that I’m too busy to devote the time I’ve been accustomed to producing here. It’s making me feel guilty and sad that I can’t keep up these past few weeks. I’m behind on writing, on reading, and on cleaning. I hope...

I’m going to assume the lack of comments lately means you’re all busy working on your pages. You are, aren’t you? Working on your pages? Hello? *** The in-laws called yesterday. They want to take the kids tomorrow night (Thursday) and keep them until Saturday. I boggle at their generosity. Am I a bad mom for the first thought passing through my mind was WOO! SLEEP IN! Just wondering, but not really caring, because WOOHOO! Heh. I begin to think this week, this month, will never end. It’s like a wave pulling at me, tumbling me along. I’m still paddling...