Tagged: beinglizardek

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,...

12
Sep
2005

GROUP COMMITMENT TO AN INDIVIDUAL EFFORT

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...

01
Sep
2005

NOODLE POST,* OF SORTS

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...

29
Aug
2005

BOUNCING BACK TO BITE ME

I’m ashamed to tell you where the camera was. We looked around outside this morning and reaffimed that it was nowhere on the deck, in the yard or in the garage. Karin reiterated that she had left it out on the porch table and not taken it anywhere else. We talked at the breakfast table about the 3 friends who were here in the afternoon and whether or not any of them might have taken it to play with or moved it and Martin and Karin were asked to ask them nicely if they remembered having seen it. I worked...

17
Aug
2005

HIBERNATORY

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...

12
Aug
2005

IN WHICH I BEG YOUR INDULGENCE

Something cool about having your birthday on August 10th: It’s celebrated by the HEAVENS every year!* But this year, I can’t even watch because, well, if you looked out my window and saw how THICK the cloud cover is…sigh You know what I would like to have? A book, a handmade book, with each page contributed by one of YOU. A page that you sketch, draw, paint, write, doodle, collage, a page of wonderful whatevers that represent YOU. A friendship book, sort of like a slambook, but much nicer. Wouldn’t that be cool? I would treasure it, I would. Would...