Tagged: blabbiterlickum

21
Aug
2012

ROAD TO HELL

I haven’t written about the hay bales and how they glow like giant golden random bocce balls in the fields. Or how the fields themselves have gone from rippling oceans of thigh-high grasses to overturned, churned chocolate earth. I haven’t written about how time has speeded up again and thrown me full-speed into autumn even though the trees have yet to turn. I haven’t written about the rosy color across Karin’s cheeks from days spent on the soccer field and the funny conversations Martin and I keep having. I haven’t written about how upset I was over the hackity haircut...

09
May
2012

MILLIONS, MEANDERING, MEMORABLES

I wonder if anyone has ever counted how many greens there are in spring? 20? a hundred? MILLIONS? Every tree that CAN flower, is. Fields of grass are blowing in the wind, like wavy green oceans. Even the grasses alongside the roads are long enough to dance in the breeze. Anders ripped up and re-did the “vegetable garden” which, most years, grows an untidy tangle of weeds for us, and re-planted 2 of the raspberry bushes, 2 wild strawberries and EIGHTEEN baby strawberry plants from our neighbor. If they all fruit and the cherry tree does well, I will be...

07
Nov
2011

CHOOSE ONE!

pen/paper or fingers/keyboard? rings on your fingers or rings on your toes? thank yous: written or verbal? touch-typist or hunt & pecker? stamps you lick or stamps you stick? reading the last page of a book to find out what happens or reveling in the anticipation? puppies or kittens? bookmarks or dog-ears? repetitive noises: irritating as hell or musical accompaniment? reading group guides: helpful or pretentious? Greek gods or Roman gods? ambition, distraction, uglification or derision?* hug or handshake? tortoise or hare? yeller or reasoner? Christmas or Halloween? poetry or prose? debit or credit? snakes/snails/puppydogtails or sugar/spice/everythingnice? Melodifestivalen or Idol?...

09
Oct
2011

BLAHGUM

Martin and I were talking, while taking turns mowing the lawn (though, to be fair, he did the lion’s share) about how the other day in school one of his classmates complained that he was always using fancy words, and why couldn’t he just use regular words like the rest of us? I asked him what fancy word he used that caused the complaint and he said, “Ecological”. Which, to be fair, has 5 syllables, which I pointed out to him, (during one of my numerous pauses to rest on the handlebars of the evil push-mower). So I asked him,...

28
Apr
2010

BITS OF TID

Everything is new and green and growing and pulsing with promise…everything but my eyes. They’re red and pulsing with The ITCH. Must get to a pharmacy stat and see what kind of relief I can get. I have a feeling Visine-A isn’t going to cut it this year. I got buzzed by a very loud bumblebee today; so loud that I actually looked up, thinking it was an airplane. Where is my mother? I called and let a message earlier but she hasn’t called back yet. I get antsy when too much time goes by between contact. The kids didn’t...

14
Apr
2010

FOR SOMETHING ELSE BESIDES A HAT RACK

Something that drives me crazy: People who sing “choo” when they mean “you”. I wan’ choo, you’re all I got, etc. Articulate, dammit! My stomach hurts. It’s been hurting for 4 days. I haven’t thrown up, though, so there’s that. Yet. Yesterday, I was supposed to go out to dinner with a colleague here on a business trip from the Boston office and another colleague who is currently on maternity leave, and we ended up going to her house because her husband is out of town, even though originally we were going to have to be at MY house because...

06
Apr
2010

PUT ONE WORD IN FRONT OF THE OTHER AND SOON YOU’LL BE WRITING OUT THE DOOR

Quit’cher bellyachin’ and write! is what my inner author keeps yelling at me. All day I’ve been ignoring it, trying to cover it over with one part of my mental mantle. If you want to write, just write. Put your (figurative) pen to (virtual) paper and let come what may. As a wise commenter said (short of slapping me and yelling “Snap out of it!”): Words are never wasted. There were these things today, things I noticed: the way the water cleared and cleaned the pot I made soup in, the scarlet strip of sunset out across the fields. Pheasants...

18
Feb
2010

THIS, THEN THAT

Good: a gift of REAL cinnamon buns from a friend Not so Good: the amount of sweets I’ve been stuffing my face with lately Good: another several inches of excellent sparkly packing snow. Nope. Still not tired of it 🙂 Not so Good: Anders’ plane being delayed due to the weather Good: a lovely evening of book talk with a bunch of bookworms Not So Good: nobody really liked the book. Sorry, Graham Greene, no love for you. Good: catching up with my family via an ongoing round-robin email Not So Good: haven’t talked to my mom in WEEKS Good:...

08
Nov
2009

ALL OVER THE MAP WITHOUT A PADDLE

Gah. I feel subject-less, blocked, empty of title and content and meaning. I can’t make up another meme, can I? Well, I suppose I could, but credibility, wherefore art thou? What I really want: another day to sleep in, a 3-day weekend, maybe some vacation. A dark den for hibernation. Everyone at work is talking about what days they will be taking off during the holidays but I just grimace: none. My colleague is going on his honeymoon over Christmas and New Year’s and I am working. If my mom decides to come, and if she does, if my brother...

24
Sep
2009

I’VE SOMETHING TO SHOW YOU, STAND HERE

Fragments, figments, shuffled bits of memory. I keep thinking about writing. But I don’t sit down and do it. Am I percolating? Or simply slothful? I miss my interactions here. I need a swift kick in the pants. KICK! You, who write, how do you begin? Have you got an outline? An agenda? A reel tape of remembrances that you can pull from your pocket like ticker tape? Where is the adrenaline and the motivation and the inspiration when you need it? Fragments and figments. I just wrote gifments. Hee! JPGments. Are those the snapshots of your mind in digital...

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