TO DO, TO BE, TO GO
My list is so long it makes my head whirl.
My list is so long it makes my head whirl.
It is so dark here that I feel I am living in a cave. Dark when I awaken, dim all day, pitch black when I get home. 5 in the evening feels like 10. And there’s yet another month to the solstice…I’ll be a fully-fledged troglodyte by then. Choir tonight: first time I’ve sung (except in the car) since MAY. We have a new choir leader and it was very surreal to sit before her and keep realizing over and over that she wasn’t Eva, our former choir leader. She has a very different style, but I think she’ll be...
Even when I have an evening when I “don’t have anything to do,” I can suddenly realize that it’s 9:41 p.m. and where in the hell did my evening GO?! Out the bloody window, apparently. At Weightwatchers after work I managed a pleased, if slightly pained smile, at the revelation that I lost 4 hectograms this past week. All summer long I have been struggling with the same damn kilo. It will NOT GET OFF OF ME. It’s like everyone’s nightmare small-child tantrum, clinging with a pincer grip around your legs (or in this case, your hips) and shrieking NO...
I awoke to the sound of pouring rain this morning and felt awfully sorry for the Flyinge Sports Association who were probably cursing the weather as they tried to set up the flea market tents and tables over by the soccer fields on the other side of the village. By noon, however, the clouds had lifted and there was blue sky showing around all the edges of the towering cumulus skybeasts, when the kids and I set out. For safety’s sake, we wore our raincoats tied around our waists, and we were glad we did as a last sudden shower...
This last week has gone by in a blur and suddenly today is the last day of vacation. Since I was a teenager, and possibly before, I’ve always been enamored of sleeping in. It’s a treat, a comfort, a blessed extra rest, but I’ve been able to take it too far, and even in college was able to turn my days over: sleeping in so late and staying up so late that eventually I exchanged night for day and vice versa. Since I’ve had children, though, I’ve been less and less able to sleep in. Not at all when the...
Suddenly, it all starts to catch up: the amount of things I’ve done in the past few weeks, the amount of things still to do before we leave, the phenomenon of Spring drowsiness, the additional fatigue engendered by daylight savings time ending and the fact that I didn’t get to sleep in…I mean, REALLY sleep in at all this weekend. But the translation project is nearly done. My part is finished, now it’s only the proofreading from Anders and I’ll be able to deliver the project this week. And Malmö Redhawks won the hockey game in overtime yesterday; despite a...
Equinox, schmequinox…you couldn’t tell by the temperature the past couple of days that Spring is just around the corner. It is, isn’t it? Just around the corner? I might have to go find it and DRAG IT BODILY HERE. Regardless, walking in the crisp air is invigorating and each time I go the faster I get. The past few days have got me to the point of realizing that my hard work is beginning to pay off: feeling that my pants are getting baggy, putting on an outfit for work the other day only to realize that the shirt was...
The wind has picked up again, it roars once in awhile like a dragon or a locomotive. Driving on the highway to town and back was an exercise in rebuff: the wind against me, shoving at the car; me against the wind, firmly flexing my fingers around the wheel and correcting my course after each punchy puff. The kids didn’t even notice, they were headbanging in the backseat to Computer Blue and Crocodile Rock and snapping their fingers to Supertramp’s Old Brown Shoes. Martin crooned “disssssssssco, dissssssssssco night” over the music when Games People Play came on…and we haven’t even...
No time to say hello, goodbye! GOOD LORD, I’m busy. I’ll pencil blogging in for Friday.
Where did the day go? I swear it was morning just a minute ago and I was yawning my way up and into the bathroom to begin the day. And now, suddenly it’s 9:30 p.m. and dark outside and the kids are in bed and somehow I went through an entire day of workworkwork and a trip to the pharmacy and a dinner out with ex-colleagues (which, someone please, remind me next time, NO. Just…no) and driving all the way home…all apparently on AUTO-PILOT. Sheesh. And I wonder why the years seem to fly be so fast. The days are...