Recently travelertrish had a post where she found a whole bunch of phrases using Google to describe how busy she was. Busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest was my favorite. Today I was damn grouchy.* I was a total grumpbucket. I was crabby, cranky, cross, bad-tempered and a thorough crosspatch. But what was I grouchier THAN? *Never mind why. I’ll get over it.
I think my body is trying to hibernate. It keeps leaning toward sleep, dragging me down early, and making it hard for me to climb, sodden and groggy, from my bed each morning. It’s no help that it’s so dark out when I rise and so dark out when I come home. Each day, the longing for light gets a little harder to live with. This morning I was handed a prescription for antibiotics, a course of twice a day for 10 days to help beat the sore throat back with a big medicinal stick. It still hurts to swallow...
Reasons the Universe is UNFAIR: Someone my age should not have a) ear infections, b) acne I have a painful sore throat for the THIRD time in 4 weeks. What gives?? Anders is going to be gone Thursday this week and ALL of next week. sigh I took Advil when I got home, after eating chicken soup for dinner in a futile attempt to soothe my throat, and laid down on the couch to try and rest a bit. I woke myself up snoring. TWICE. Now that it’s reasonably late, late enough to retire, I doubt seriously whether I will...
What the hell is the matter with the internet and LJ today?!!
I think I need a Pandora intervention. I listen to pandora.com in the evenings when I’m on the computer, working on web stuff, or editing or reading blogs or writing journal entries. It’s gotten so that the majority of the songs they play are ones that I give a thumbs up to. Pandora has a feature, however, whereby you can bookmark songs you especially like for future reference and I only bookmark songs I’ve never heard before or that are by artists that are new to me. I suppose the idea is that I should eventually go back and BUY...
Some mornings your mood is grey and drizzly as the cloud-covered vista beyond your bedroom window. It is one of those (thankfully) rare days when you think that if you let go the grip you have on your heart then you’ll start crying for no real reason and you may never stop again. You may stop breathing with the weight of it. You wonder how it feels to smile when everything gets on your nerves and your feet are cold and your self is shriveled and puny and mean. Feel that line between your brows deepen and stick. If you’re...
Don’t sleep well. Worry about everything that needs to get done at work. Get handed multiple last-minute projects the minute you log on to your computer. Nearly get into a screaming match with the colleague responsible for most of them, but manage to just barely restrain yourself. Shut office door and ignore passersby. WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK. Mentally sigh while smiling every time the door is opened and someone says, “Can I just…” Eat a 15-minute lunch. WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK WORK. Manage to get most of the last-minute projects done. You hope. Worry about...
Thank you for all the outraged-on-our-behalf comments on yesterday’s post. I will be scheduling a meeting with the teachers as soon as I can. That makes 2 meetings to schedule with 2 different teachers, because Martin’s class is starting English this year, and guess who is already convinced he will be bored because he “already knows everything.” HA! Wish I could say the same. There is another girl in his class who has an English-speaking mother and I can’t believe that their teacher will just blithely assume that it’s okay for the 2 of them to sit through the completely-from-the-beginning...
This morning at Karin’s first day of first grade, we parents stood in a line along the back wall, while our excited children found their randomly placed names on the school desks throughout the room and sat down. Each child had a pencil and eraser with their names written on them and a small blue plastic box filled with shiny new crayons. The boxes had a piece of masking tape stripped across the cover and each child immediately grabbed their pencil and plotted their name in large capital letters across the box. The teacher introduced herself and her 2 assistants...
Damn, it was hot today. For most of it, I was inside my cool, air-conditioned office, looking longingly over my shoulder out the window once in awhile as I tapppity-tappped away on my keyboard putting layouts together. It looked sunny and lovely and warm, and that was confirmed at lunchtime when I took my baguette and went outside on the terrace to bask in the sun for 20 minutes. Leaving work just a little early, I raced to Flyinge to pick up the kids and deliver them to swimming lessons. There is no shade whatsoever at the public pool in...