Tagged: thisisjusttosay

Beaten up by the gigantic never-ending everything-is-urgent to-do list this quarter month week day morning at work. Felt like death warmed over, fever-style, after lunch, which made it harder and harder to concentrate. Gave up at 4 and went home after I realized I had my head down on the keyboard and was massaging my temples…for the 4th time. Stopped to pick up milk, bread, apples and the kids. Forgot to buy toilet paper. Oy! Urgent! Tried to nap for an hour but it didn’t work. Ate chicken soup for dinner in a feeble attempt to stave off the inevitable....

Lather, rinse, repeat. Except I slept better last night. And am in a better mood. I wish I could stop this compulsion to write down everything I accomplish during the day. I know that no one really cares except me. I do it at work, too. Even though no one ever wants to see it, like my boss for instance during salary reviews, I keep a list of all the projects I’ve completed, for my own record. Even if I don’t impress anyone but myself, that must count for something, right? Other compulsions I wish I could stop: DOING SOMETHING...

I think I’m ready now. I’m saying yes to things again. Edited to add: Talk about baby steps! A tiny little frog no bigger than my thumb just hopped past the doorway of the computer room where I sat working. Anders has returned him to the wild now. 😀

After a year and a half of not updating my website, because well, hello…I am busy, and also, I update HERE with the photos and the daily doings and the blabbiter lickum, so the pressure to update our website seems remote and easily brushed off, I have actually gotten off my duff! Thanks to Anders finding a shiny new flashy photo album generator thingy I have updated our website with lots of pretty, pretty pictures (although not 1.5 year’s worth for which you may thank me). And in addition, when you get tired of photo hopping through the Ek Family...

I killed a cat yesterday. Not on purpose and not personally, but nevertheless it has had me really down and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all day. I wasn’t even sure it was a cat, it was so dark, and there was a moment when it looked like a rabbit* and its eyes reflected in the headlights as it raced straight for the front side of the car, and then it was thumping under the wheel before I could brake or swerve or even react more than to cry out. I stopped but I couldn’t see...

Things I have done in the last 3 weeks in no particular order: flown to Germany and back ridden on a 1901 steam train zoomed on a rodelbahn sled down a mountain sung a cappella at my brother’s wedding in Füssen’s Lord’s Hall hugged my grandmother who turns 90 this year froze my feet off on a hot summer day in the Baltic Sea rode an awesome rollercoaster at Legoland Deutschland saw The Little Mermaid in Copenhagen toured Neuschwanstein castle in the SNOW played cribbage with my sister threatened a young child within an inch of his life kissed my...

Every time I feel down, like things aren’t going my way, like people aren’t commenting on my journal (like no one wants to hear what I have to say), when I’m snappy and grumpy and everyone is causing problems and my relationships are rocky and my children are driving me nuts, that’s when the Universe invariably gets out her big cluestick and whaps me on the back of the head with it. It’s been like that lately. Feeling off-kilter, feeling a bit down and not sure why. On edge. Stage fright this far in advance of my a capella solo...

There are so many things that I want to do. I want to meet the members of my bloggity inner circle in person. I want to do a collage page a day in my book. I want to spend more time with my kids doing things that are fun for all of us. I want to go to bed early with my husband. I want to put together a book of my writings and publish it. I want to live closer to my sister, and my brother, and my mom. I want to walk a half an hour every day,...

I’ve never been on a runaway train, but I think I know what it feels like. It’s exciting and frightening at the same time. Or maybe it’s just exciting! Until the big smash at the end. Or maybe it’s just terrifying and there’s nothing exciting about it. Actually, I don’t think a runaway train is really the metaphor I’m looking for here. Things I nearly always skip on other people’s journals: memes, dreams, tv program reprises, and apologies about how busy people are and how they don’t have time to update and don’t know when they’ll be posting, etc. Post...