every day when I don’t post
I think you can probably guess how I feel when I don’t post daily. Or five times daily. That I’ve disappointed you. Let you down. Left you longing for… something you’re not getting here.
Just know, I have several projects and ideas hanging fire.
my husband: “Maybe you should ask my dad what he thinks?” (My father-in-law, who is a fairly wise and all-knowing, practical and level-headed kind of guy.)
me: “No. Because he’ll say what he always says, ‘Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaance… no, no, no. No!’ Then he tears out what little is left of his hair.”
my husband: “And is he ever wrong?”
me: “No.” (Dammit, don’t people like that make you nuts?)
OK, must go. I have the following things to contemplate…
1) master’s degree? Should I go for it? If so, in what? (Am considering Library Media advanced degree.) (Yes, I know there are no jobs for librarians.) (Because I like books is why! Don’t you?)
2) A soon-to-be-six-year-old’s birthday party. It will involve… rocks. And chocolate cupcakes.
3) My constant clashing of heads with my 8-year-old. (Unlike my father-in-law, she is not always right.) (Nor am I.)
4) Haiku: Why does it exist?
5) Blogs: Will I ever be able to keep up with them again? How about just my own?
6) Book reviews: I need to write some.
7) My husband and one kid went to Denver for spring break. I stayed home with feverish other kid. Should I feel ripped off? No, am too exhausted.
8) It costs fifty bucks every time I fill up my gas tank. I used to coast into the gas station, give the guys two bucks in change and coast out. Ah, youth. Why have you forsaken me?
9) My granny: I never call her. (She never calls me, either, but she’s 87. I need to check on her.)
10) That’s it. Knitting is going well, writing is going not so well, my house is extremely clean after being home for almost a week with a sick kid.
You?
xxox
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Two Comments:
1) I did a Library Media Specialist Degree. But, the job outlook was better then. I don’t think I’d recommend it now, cuz of the lack of jobs.
2) I remember my folks, aunts and uncle gathering loose change before a car ride, then we would go to the gas station, “I’d like 43 cents regular, please.” Then we’d be off for an afternoon drive.:)
April 2nd, 2008 | #
WM-
We had a rock party. The theme arose from recent construction in our yard that left many piles of rocks, from boulders on down to potato sized rocks, in our yard.
We painted rocks, did a treasure hunt for small jewelish rocks, and piled the potato rocks into 7 small volcano shaped piles, put film canisters with baking soda in them and then had the kids pour vinegar into the piles for lava production. This was a huge hit, especially with the 5-7 year old set. If you need rocks, come over and get some. The Missoula Flood has left our NE Portland yard here on the Alameda ridge with quite a collection of rocks. I love rocks. Oh yeah, the favors were arrowheads and cool rock items from Ed’s House of Gems on 72nd and Sandy in NE Portland.
Cannot wait to hear what you come up with. Ever since I heard of your swim-in backyard movie nights, I have known you know how to throw a great and inexpensive party.
April 2nd, 2008 | #
I don’t understand poetry at all. I would not mind if there was no poetry at all. I don’t feel the same about blogs–I heart blogs.
Yes on the Masters. Don’t worry about the job outlook–do what you LOVE and the rest will come your way.
Clean houses? They rock. Other rocks? I got nothing.
April 2nd, 2008 | #
Yes. If you know what you want to do, it doesn’t matter whether there are any jobs. Because there are always SOME, and because in other jobs people say “you have a masters in something? HIRED!” and anyway, you could come and sort out my piles of books everywhere. Put them in dewey decimal order and stuff.
April 3rd, 2008 | #
I think you should do what you want. Follow your dreams.
April 3rd, 2008 | #
Ain’t it true? One more emphasis as to how inconsiderate I am, when I don’t blog & comment on blogs. It’s like I’m blowing my family off and going to Vegas for Xmas or something. Geez.
Whatever. Guilt schmilt. It’s all for Portland. Om.
April 9th, 2008 | #
Oh NO! That was supposed to say “blowing OFF my family,” as in ignoring them. NOT as in…erm…never mind. Thank God this post is an older one. Maybe nobody will read this.
April 9th, 2008 | #
Oh. Wait. I guess I said “blowing my family off” not “blowing my family” as was my temporary fear.
Don’t worry. I’ll comment again in fifteen seconds. Bye.
April 9th, 2008 | #