Tagged: puttingwordstogether

03
Nov
2013

THE GRIEVING PROCESS

Martin and I are almost done with The West Wing. We have only 4 more episodes left and we just watched Matt Santos win the Presidential election and Leo McGarry die. I confess to having had tears in my eyes. Martin did, too. I never saw most of the episodes from season 7 that we are watching now, but I remember feeling sad then when I heard the news that John Spencer, the actor that played Leo, had actually passed away, unlike the actress that played Dolores Landingham, who only died in character. We were sad about her, too. I...

01
Nov
2013

A MONTH OF BLOGGING?

Doubtful. Judging by the way real life keeps grabbing my arm and dragging me down the street, chances are slim that I’ll actually be able to REMEMBER to write every day much less actually do it. But you never know. I’ve always considered myself a bit of an outsider, in many ways, despite belonging to this group or that group or this organization or what not. The reason why wasn’t because I wasn’t one of the cool kids, though I wasn’t…but more has to do with the fact that I had friends in ALL the groups. In junior high maybe...

19
Oct
2013

WHEN YOU RUN OUT OF INTERNET

The amount of high-speed bandwidth we pay for each month gets used up by around the 15th these days. It’s due to 4 people being online pretty much all their waking hours. One child with a mobile glued to her hand, texting and skyping and instagramming and whatever else she’s doing. Two children listening to Spotify online, searching for music, watching YouTube videos. One husband watching television replays, news, and me…on the computer, checking Facebook, etc. We all check email. We all surf the web. We all rent movies on the Apple TV. It eats up our reservoir and leaves...

21
May
2013

TIME DOESN’T CHANGE THINGS, YOU HAVE TO DO IT YOURSELF*

I don’t have to be anything here. I don’t have to be myself, behave, be all that I can be. I can just write and then decide whether or not I care whether anyone reads my words or cares. If no one reads a word in a book, does that fallen tree in the forest that was cut and planed and milled into paper still make a sound? Some days the effort of writing is beyond me. In the grand scheme of my writing life, it’s more like most days. So, those days when I actually DO write, I feel...

15
Nov
2012

DARK DAYS

I’m feeling the lack of light these days; after nearly 16 years here perhaps I shouldn’t rule out the very real possibility of seasonal affective disorder, though I still manage to peel myself out of bed each morning when the alarm rings. Even with the clock bumped back an hour recently, the constant cloud cover means that it’s dark in the morning when I rise and dark already in the early evening when I leave the office. I’m not depressed, just a bit down. Today when I drove home from work, after picking up Martin at school, we took the...

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...

15
Jun
2012

THE SMALLEST THING ABOUT SUMMER THAT MAKES ME HAPPY

One of my best blog friends, who I sadly have not (YET) met in real life has also been kinda stuck with writing lately, so when she posted not too long ago and lamented this fact, I gave her a writing assignment. I asked her: What is the smallest thing about summer that makes you happy? And she wrote a lovely long post about the small things of summer that make her happy, that kept turning out to be pretty darn big things. That’s the thing about summer. It’s too big in all its beauty to be boiled down to...

04
Apr
2012

SKILLZ

There’s a new book out that I just saw going by as I was skimming my RSS feed. It’s titled You Are Good at Things. I didn’t stop to read anything more about it because it sounds suspiciously like a self-help book and I can’t be bothered. I have never been interested in self-help books; mostly they strike me as a bunch of glurge aimed at ridding your gullible pocket of several dollars that you could have saved by using your head. Self-help snob, much? Anyway, in that split second that it took the title to register in my brain,...

01
Jan
2012

FIRST DAY OF THE REST OF MY LIFE

I’ve often heard the adage that how you spend the first day of the year is how you will spend ALL of it, but I don’t think it’s necessarily true. However, if it is, I will be sleeping, eating, reading, listening to music, doing laundry, having computer issues and relaxing. Which, apart from working and my social life, is basically a thorough summary of how I spent LAST year so maybe the adage is backwards! I don’t really do New Year’s resolutions…I find, like most people, that the motivation disappears quickly, and so I try to set some manageable goals...

19
Nov
2011

SEARCHING FOR SMALL THINGS

I was going to save this for Thursday, and a do a Poetry Thursday post, which I haven’t done in a million years, but I’ve already been saving it for a really long time, and Thursday feels a long way off at the moment, though I know it will zoom up, and past, before I know it. I’ve been thinking about poetry a lot lately, and how I don’t seem to write any poems anymore. I used to write poetry all the time. It used to flow out of me, especially when I was angry or sad or boggled about...

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