Tagged: meandmyman

19
Dec
2011

KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR

2 weekends ago, after I had spent Saturday night throwing up every hour on the hour and was lying in bed Sunday morning completely exhausted and feverish, my husband put his cool hand on my forehead and said, “STAY IN BED.” He brought me ice water and ginger ale when I moaned. He went to the store and bought a tin of gingersnaps because I thought I might be able to keep them down. He checked on me every so often and rubbed my neck when the headaches struck. When I was throwing up, he brought me water and went...

08
May
2009

LOVE LOVE LOVE

One of my FB friends who is also a colleague commented at work this week that he couldn’t believe how many books I read. “Do you REALLY read that many books? You read like one a day!” he exclaimed. “I don’t watch TV.* I read 139.5 books last year,” I replied, and left him gaping. I’m reading comfort books right now: just finished The Dark is Rising series and now have started on James Herriott’s All Creatures Great & Small. I suspect it’s because I need to find comfort anywhere I can these days, when worry fills so much of...

12
Jan
2009

THE MOMENT IS HELD UNTIL SOMEONE SEES IT, THEN IT IS THEIRS*

The digital camera has made a photographer of many people who may have thought they never had the talent to shoot beautiful images. It’s usually easy to use, light to carry, and you can take as many photos as you like. The addition of Photoshop has also almost certainly revolutionized photography, giving photographers and artists alike the chance to make the fine adjustments that provide the difference between a good photograph and a great one. I know, for my part, using a camera is primarily meant to document: things the children are doing, happenings and events like birthdays and holidays,...

25
Aug
2008

BOGGLING & GIGGLING

Anders left for Italy yesterday and while in transit on the Munich airport runway, one of the wheels of his plane starting SHOOTING FLAMES out that actually began LICKING UP THE SIDE OF THE AIRCRAFT. *commence minor it-was-over-before-i-heard-about-it freakout* Coming as this did so soon after the airline tragedy in Madrid, I was more than a little concerned when he called to tell me he wasn’t yet at his destination and was, in fact, waiting in Munich airport for more news on what to do next, considering he had left the plane without any of his possessions except his mobile...

17
Nov
2007

EAT, EAT! NO ONE LIKES A SKINNY SANTA!

Anders was gone all week, in Italy on business. He brought home: a huge wedge of parmigiano reggiano cheese 4 packages of pasta a pack of prosciutto ham one small hard Italian salami a package of salsiccia sausages limoncello, nocino and grappa And then he made dinner tonight: a plate of appetizers that included sliced salami, prosciutto-wrapped cantelope and prosciutto-wrapped parmesan slices mushroom risotto with fresh grated parmesan cheese perfectly cooked steaming sausages a bowl of baby plum tomatoes My friend Debbie came over with her son, who checked out Karin’s loftbed and declared that he liked it, and they’ll...

23
Nov
2006

GRATITUDE IS THE BEST ATTITUDE

It’s Thanksgiving in America, but here in Sweden it was just another regular work day. Except for all my American colleagues who wished me a Happy Thanksgiving and the thanks-filled posts I saw online and an elevated mood on my part (defiantly ignoring the rain), there wasn’t much different about the day. We had our annual wreath-making workshop tonight and despite the fact that half the people who were signed up bailed, the 4 of us who were there had a great time and lots of laughs, while the rain pounded futilely on the corrugated roof. Haha! we said, you...

04
Jun
2006

BLINDED BY THE LIGHT

You might think this photo means I am just a material girl, but what it really means is that he listened and gave me just what I wanted just when I wanted it: his heart.

09
Apr
2006

CARPE WEEKEND

4 days is too long to go without journaling. There is a sense of slippage, of retreat. Life swells, full up, and takes over, and I’m swept away in the current of busyness. Dinner out with 2 friends, one good and older, one good and newer, a chance to just sit and relax and talk and laugh about everything and anything after a long busy week. Just what I needed. Then the deadline of guests arriving, forcing me to hit that perfect beat, boy, and get the damned house cleaned up. I swept into Roomba-mode and motored through the morning...

13
Feb
2006

I CAN SEE SPRING FROM HERE

There’s vaseline on the winter lens, everything is airbrushed in a vaporous and peripheral veil, a shadow fog teasing the eye. The fields down the long hill are mottled, a snowmelt, no-melt zone of loamy chocolate earth, frozen-in-motion sprouts of rapeseed, sugarbeets, alfalfa green against the spangled white of the snow crisps. All along the edges of the roadways, exhaust has pitted and etched a poisonous lace pattern. It makes me literally sick to my stomach to think too hard about that black sludge seeping down into the earth, into the water, into the grain. The snow is only momentarily...

23
Jun
2005

LESSONS IN LOVE

What if I’d married the first man who told me he loved me too fast? He told me after just a few weeks of going steady, my junior year in high school…he told me he could see us getting married, having kids. He joined a bible study group and a choir because I was in them, despite his authority-snubbing long hair and worship of hard rock. He wrote nice things about me in the school paper and took me to dances. The thing is, I’m pretty sure even now that he was sincere and not just trying to get into...