a quote to ponder
"The postmodern notion that reality is only a construct- that we are what we program- suggests limitless human possibilities; but as the young spend less and less of their lives in natural surroundings, their senses narrow, physiologically and psychologically, and this reduces the richness of human experience."
Monday, January 29, 2007
Brrr. I'm chilly.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
dinner tonight, and coping
Mmmm. I cooked some roast lamb tonight, with sweet potatoes, carrots and peas. Delicious! I admit however, that I cheated- the lamb was pre-seasoned and ready to go, courtesy of Trader Joe's. Trader Joe's is like a much smaller, more selective and somewhat cheaper Whole Foods. They are new to the Atlanta area, and I went for the first time yesterday. I'll definitely go back, though only for select things- most of my shopping list will still have to be found at Publix or Kroger. Anyhow tonight I have enjoyed a lovely meal and the boys at least ate a few bites. (They've been picky lately). Now I am peacefully typing, sipping an Old Rasputin stout and nibbling Drunken Goat cheese. (delicacies left from holiday entertaining). YUM! The boys are watching Shrek. Poor Mr Sweetcheeks has some sort of virus, and I am keeping my fingers crossed that the rest of us don't get it. In the meantime he is cranky and feverish, poor kiddo. Still, it's quiet and I am relishing what peace I can find. I need it, after yesterday and last (sleepless) night with Sweetcheeks.
Monday, January 22, 2007
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Thursday, January 18, 2007
A few ramblings, and thank you.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
ignoring the muffled crashes coming from upstairs
I feel like I am in a state of suspended animation. Outside the world is silvery grey, all color seeped away, leaving nothing but cold and sleeping twilight. The furnace runs, but still I feel chilled and sluggish like some cold-blooded creature futilely resisting the pull of winter's sleep. I have accomplished some things today, but it's been like pushing rocks up a hill. My soul aches for a book by a fireside, long hours of idleness stretching ahead into the evening. Electra comes inside for a pat and I press my face into her cool fur, breathing the redolence of chimney smoke and dry leaves. She would be a willing participant in my little dream, getting in the way of my book as she pressed kneading paws into my thighs and belly, until I bear her pricking claws no longer and she curls up to purr. We would sit there, she and I, curled under a blanket by the fire, and I would wander other worlds through the pages of my book, guiltlessly relishing the warmth and quiet.
Well, I'm a slacker.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
a day at the High
Touching tips to paper, rich aqua flows and swirls, shimmering green, deep warm brown and fire bright orange. Picking up the paper sends rainbow drips sliding, mingling gleefully in their rush for the edge. Spritzing water, and suddenly they disperse in delicate muted explosions, liquid puffs of magic captured. He is delighted, intent on further experiments with this wonderful, messy and brilliant material. He tries drawing, squirting, dripping, dipping fingers, stirring, tasting. No aspect of the paint goes unexplored, until finally his attention span begins to wander and I shuttle his colorful self over to the sink for fun experiments with soap and water. Big brother is still intent on creation, selecting and applying his colors with care. He is having a ball, and I look forward to seeing his masterpieces.
Thursday, January 11, 2007
a DVD recommendation and taking down the tree
I thought I was mixing a cherry and a blueberry Jelly Belly jelly bean, but the cherry turned out to be cinnamon. Hmm.
Saturday, January 6, 2007
That was fun! And 5 pointers.
OK, no I have not disappeared, nor have I moved to Alaska (more's the pity, in some ways)- the holiday vortex sucked me up and spit me back out again, and I am just now recovering. Not to say it was not fun, because actually I had a blast this Yule season and New Year's Eve. I am really beginning to understand how parents get out of hand at Christmas. What fun! I try to stay very aware of my core values, so that I don't get too swept away and end up trying to do too much, or spend too much, or eat too much (much) or get too behind. I love the holidays.