Tagged: thisisjusttosay

I’ve watched more TV this weekend than I think I have all year. Ice dancing, Olympic hockey, Melodifestivalen, Bruce Almighty, and more ice dancing in a few minutes (or would have been if the #$@!% satellite hadn’t picked JUST NOW to go on the fritz. ARGH). I’ve gone nowhere except for walks each day. Despite having no plans I have managed to accomplish a lot, knocking several cleaning projects off the to-do list and feel pretty good overall about the R&R I slipped inbetween the lines. I finished one book, read another, and started a third. After a heart-to-heart with...

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Anders’ flight was cancelled and he was already coming in late to Copenhagen, which pushes his arrival home tonight into the wee hours. I am wiped out from a long week of work and single-parenting, but am determined to stay up and make sure my mindpowers bring him safely home. If I fell asleep who knows what would happen? The kids and I watched (nearly) the entire opening ceremonies of the 20th Olympic Games. I don’t even know what you call the thing they did to make the ski jumper figure out of people on the stage, and then the...

When my children are bored, I put my hands on my hips with exasperation and say, “How can you possibly be bored? You have so many toys, so many books, so many friends, so many things you could be doing!” and then I start listing them one by one with my head cocked first to one side, then the other, until the kids run screaming in capitulation from the room to amuse themselves elsewhere. When my husband is bored, I kick him out of the house, which is really where he longs to be. He’s happiest doing something outside that...

Overnight, all the water in the wind made the transition directly to the vapor phase, locking on as if the frost and fog spirits had taken a high-pressure hose and sprayed white flocked velvet on the southwest side of everything up on the hill. The fog hugs every contour and hides the world. The hoarfrost is half an inch thick, it lopsides the trees with white icing. Everything is suddenly blooming again…with frost flowers, the crystalline structures built on suspended and subliminated vapor. The trees have all aged and grown beards and ghostly white skeletal fluff. I come home to...

I need to get cracking if I’m going to get everything done before the psychos from the internet all my houseguests arrive. I tried to sleep in but failed. kachunknorge, however, took my admonition to “sleep in as long as you like” quite literally and is either still snoozing or reading in her room thinking I’m still abed. Grocery shopping, final cleaning and bed-making on the day’s agenda. Then, because this IS a slumber party, I have to make room in the freezer for BRAS! muahahahaha!