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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...

Stopped freaking out quite so badly about my age. Ended a job I loved, then liked, then hated. Started a new job I could happily retire in. Lost some friends, and gained some. Learned how to walk on crutches. Wrote 348 journal entries. Forgot my wedding anniversary. Made a tough and major decision to give up my Editor position, at least temporarily, for the AWC. Finished a productive year as Poetry Section Editor for Mosaic Minds. Gotten my hopes way, way up, only to have them crushed completely. Gotten really, really angry. Been really, really happy. Learned that I can...

I woke up to a ceaseless thrumming noise, and slowly realized that it was the downpour of rain against the house, against the wooden slats of the deck, against the earth. It rained all morning and the skies are still bloated and heavy with clouds and moisture. I feel the same. No sunny summer vacation for us this year, it seems. 1 day left and cloudy tomorrow, too, even though now, late in the evening, the clouds are leaving the blue behind and moving east. The sun is throwing out its orange-pink arms, reaching after them, but it’s too late,...

Blah. I think I have the “only one week left of vacation” blues. Everyone seems to be rubbing me the wrong way, and I seem to be returning the favor, although certainly without intention. Some things that have happened to others recently have been on my mind and I can’t seem to shake them. Every year on the last day of April, we celebrate Walpurgis Eve with our friends Mats & Annelott, who throw an annual bonfire barbeque to which they invite all of their friends. Most of the other friends are people we only see that one evening each...