Tagged: beinglizardek

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...

I just can’t do it. I can’t sit still. Well, okay, I can, but not for long. And I can’t not be doing anything. (can’t not be not doing anything?) I have to be doing stuff. This is why I like work so much, because it lets me do something all the time and then the not doing anything is okay. But 2 weeks of not doing anything? Not doing it. (haaa) I don’t know whether to be glad that I’m getting all these little projects done that I normally never have time for, or disgusted with myself that I...

Would you THUNDER AND LIGHTNING already and have your big old rainstorm so that the barometric pressure that is pushing my head down, causing all the little spinal connections in my neck to collapse and crunch into each other, crunch crunch crunch, would RELEASE before I’m compressed into pygmyhood!? *grumble* I like the cool breeze, though, keep that coming. Cracking Me Up: Sitonthat Placeforbutt

Two of the most nerve-wracking things in the world are finding a new dentist and trying a new hairdresser. When I find one I like, whether for the top of my head or the inside of it, I tend to stick with them through hell and high water. In Chicago, when I lived 1 block from the lake and had essentially given my car away to a friend because I never drove it, and it was too much bother in the city, I had to borrow it back from her at regular intervals to go to my dentist (1 hour...