Tagged: calendargirl

19
Sep
2005

FEELING THE LOVE

Being in Oslo for 3 days was a lot of fun, but man alive, am I totally stressed out now at the amount of stuff I need to deal with to catch up. 🙁 I’m just going to rant really quick and then I’ll calm down and tell you about my weekend. Okay? I hope that’s okay. Oh well, too bad if it’s not! My kids are performing in a circus show, taught by REAL clowns from a circus on the same night as our biggest AWC meeting of the year, which includes a Year-in-Review presentation (PowerPoint) that I am...

31
Aug
2005

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOA!

Keep your hands and feet inside the ride! First meeting of the AWC on Tuesday and it was ELECTRIC! 7-8 completely new faces, a great guest speaker, and warm welcomes and greetings all around the room. I am really glad since we lost a lot of active people over the summer. It looks like my plan for shedding some responsibility worked as well, and the editor position is going to be filled by someone else for at least a year. 🙂 First choir practice tonight and I’m flying 🙂 We have THIRTY-SIX songs to learn between now and October 13th....

23
Aug
2005

HABITUAL, NOT RABBITUAL

You know how life seems to speed up around the second half of the year, as if now that summer is over, it’s picking up speed down the slope, moving gleefully away from those long slow sunny days (oh ho ho ho) and into the stretch? School starts, vacation is over, activities begin again. Festivals and fairs bop and jive, the circus comes to town. In Flyinge, the organizers of the annual giant flea market/auction send out flyers soliciting gently used goods one weekend from all the households, and then cheerfully sell them back to everyone in town but the...

02
Jan
2005

AROUND AGAIN

It’s snowing swirly flurries in the streetlamps. Everywhere else it’s just wet. Slick and shiny and slippery wet, the snow and the rain dance together down the windowpanes. They slide to the side. They whirl to the ground, a mad aerobic fling. And the streetlights shine, they shine in the snow. The wind’s been blowing all day, a blustering and a muffled thump-thump-thump against the door. You can’t get in, wind! We’ll have no storm in here. Last days of vacation should always be spent like this: sleeping in, waking slowly. A long hot shower, a decent book. Seeing how...