Rising like Lazarus
I am not dead. Or maimed, or otherwise unable to operate my fingers. I offer a huge mea culpa to all the folks who have worried about me. Dear smille actually called me up, and I just got a note from wendywoowho as well.
I have no fascinating story to tell of being kidnapped by aliens or held in a South American prison on completely fabricated drug charges. I’ve just been busy w/ my boring life. Things have heated up at work and we’re taking on some new projects, so I’ve had training on top of that. Then I have classes in the evening and regular bi-weekly events with friends, and every once in awhile I try to step into the eye of the storm and pull my husband in for a moment of peace.
If it makes anyone feel better, my mom called me earlier, complaining that she hadn’t heard from me in weeks, and I hadn’t even noticed, to be honest.
But it was a bit more than that. I’m not sure what’s going on in my head, but I feel as though something is roiling around in there. I’m not really thinking deep thoughts (if I were, I would surely share my insights w/ you.) It’s more like the Loch Ness monster. Could be a dinosaur, could be plankton, could just be a hoax perpetrated on my by my cerebral cortex. But something is moving around. I figure I’ll just try not to spook it and see if it emerges.
You know, I didn’t feel like I had anything of worth to say at the moment, but once I start blathering it’s easy for me to just roll w/ it.
What else is new? I am so tired of this bone-numbing cold; I am ready to slit my throat (or, more accurately, someone else’s.) It’s so cold it froze everything we’d stored in our garage (soda, potatoes, onions, squash and the like - it was our stand-in for a root cellar. Well, a root and Diet Coke cellar.) Last weekend we went ice skating and after bundling myself up like the Michelin Man, I discovered after scant minutes that my eyeballs were freezing. At least, it felt that way. I’m all for new experiences but I think I could have skipped checking off the frozen eyeball one.
smille has the cutest voice and sounds just like one of my old friends. And if I don’t behave myself and keep you updated, he is going to come to my house and make me eat traditional Dutch double salted licorice (apparently as yummy as it sounds.)
Again, my abject apologies. Unless you didn't notice and then "absence, what absence?"
I have no fascinating story to tell of being kidnapped by aliens or held in a South American prison on completely fabricated drug charges. I’ve just been busy w/ my boring life. Things have heated up at work and we’re taking on some new projects, so I’ve had training on top of that. Then I have classes in the evening and regular bi-weekly events with friends, and every once in awhile I try to step into the eye of the storm and pull my husband in for a moment of peace.
If it makes anyone feel better, my mom called me earlier, complaining that she hadn’t heard from me in weeks, and I hadn’t even noticed, to be honest.
But it was a bit more than that. I’m not sure what’s going on in my head, but I feel as though something is roiling around in there. I’m not really thinking deep thoughts (if I were, I would surely share my insights w/ you.) It’s more like the Loch Ness monster. Could be a dinosaur, could be plankton, could just be a hoax perpetrated on my by my cerebral cortex. But something is moving around. I figure I’ll just try not to spook it and see if it emerges.
You know, I didn’t feel like I had anything of worth to say at the moment, but once I start blathering it’s easy for me to just roll w/ it.
What else is new? I am so tired of this bone-numbing cold; I am ready to slit my throat (or, more accurately, someone else’s.) It’s so cold it froze everything we’d stored in our garage (soda, potatoes, onions, squash and the like - it was our stand-in for a root cellar. Well, a root and Diet Coke cellar.) Last weekend we went ice skating and after bundling myself up like the Michelin Man, I discovered after scant minutes that my eyeballs were freezing. At least, it felt that way. I’m all for new experiences but I think I could have skipped checking off the frozen eyeball one.
smille has the cutest voice and sounds just like one of my old friends. And if I don’t behave myself and keep you updated, he is going to come to my house and make me eat traditional Dutch double salted licorice (apparently as yummy as it sounds.)
Again, my abject apologies. Unless you didn't notice and then "absence, what absence?"