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Donkey wisdom

September 28, 2012

 

The new girl started. The old girl is gone. The oldest girl remains.

I miss the old girl.

Now instead of rolling my eyes at her or making sarcastic comments in the copy room, I am reduced to dashing off scathing emails about what the new girl is doing with her boss/husband. Or what the new girl isn’t doing. Or the way the new girl sighs loudly when she finishes a phone conversation. It’s like a backwards break-up.

And my venom is all very dull, and misdirected and immature. I know it is but I can’t help myself. I feel compelled to complain out of a sense of loyalty to the old girl who got a lousy deal.  Did I say boss/husband? Oh that’s right. The old girl’s boss laid her off and hired his wife.  The silver lining in this cloud is that he’s not my boss. But still.

“We can’t all, and some of us don’t. That’s all there is to it.”

“Can’t all what?” said Pooh, rubbing his nose.

“Gaiety. Song-and-dance. Here we go round the mulberry bush.”

Magic

August 4, 2012

 

Enjoying a quiet moment watching the sky turn.

A large bird soared right over my head this morning. I thought maybe it was Hedwig, but it was more hawk than owl.

Even so, I might just be a wizard because I managed to get the lawn mower started. And I mowed the front and sides and pulled some weeds, even though I have been unable to stand up straight for the past 2 days.

And my face was all glowy long afterwards.

 

 

Drippety drip drip drip

June 23, 2012

It has been raining, raining and raining some more.

I’m content on rainy days because it’s always unrelentingly bright and sunny in Florida. Rarely do we have a day of continuous, gentle rain.

During a lull last night I ran out and bought necessities: catfood, scones and yarn. Today I put new liner down in the kitchen drawers. I made chocolate chip cookies. I did laundry and vacuumed and mopped and changed sheets. I drank coffee. I started work on a new egg. I watched 2 episodes of The Forsyte Saga Season II. I stared out the window. I emptied the garbage. I balanced the checkbook.

And I did it all on 4 hours of sleep.

Imagine what I could accomplish if I lived in Seattle.

Cockleshells

June 16, 2012

She liked to look at In the Garden With Jane Austen and The Wild Braid: A Poet Reflects on a Century in the Garden and imagine that she too could have a garden. A garden like the one she had up north with peonies and lady’s mantle and lamb’s ears. But of course she lived in the south now with mosquitoes and lubbers and fire ants and gardening was much more of a challenge and much less enjoyable.

She dug up little borders alongside the patio anyway, and planted some ornamental grasses and honeysuckle and coreopsis and prostate rosemary. It was a very small accomplishment.

Then the summer rains started. And beautiful tender little grasses started sprouting in the beds along with weeds. Now she not only missed the gardens up north, but the soft, cushiony lawns too. She dug and raked and  pulled out as much of the grass as she could. She spread mulch, so that at least for a morning or two or even three she could enjoy the tidiness of her very small accomplishment.

When she finished there were constellations of no-seeum bites on her legs and dirt under her nails. She took a nice, long shower and ate a popsicle and was happy to see that the bites were already fading.

Welcome to Suck Version 9.3.9

December 9, 2011

Taken from user’s manual: There are a number of ways to edit transactions in Suck. The simplest and most direct is to delete the errant transaction and re-enter the transaction(s) with the correct information. We recommend that you edit transactions by deleting the errant transaction and re-entering the transactions with the correct information. This is the only completely safe way to edit transactions in Suck and in most cases will be the fastest.

And you may ask yourself, in what world is deleting a transaction and re-entering it faster than fixing a typo? In the world where Suck Version 9.3.9 is the benchmark in fiduciary accounting.

“Letting the days go by….Same as it ever was… Time is an asterisk.”

 

Gratuitous cat post

July 3, 2010

Holiday traffic is the worst-

I can sit in a box.

I can sit on the bed.

I can sit in a box on the bed.

I can sit in a box on the bed and purr.

I can sit in a box on the bed and purr and rule the world.

I can sit in a box on the bed and purr and rule the world and bring peace and joy to all who gaze upon my beauty.

Give yourself a pat on the back

April 5, 2010

Here’s what you’ve missed the past few days by not being me:  Opening night of Stars on Ice in Ft. Myers where Ben Agosto played the guitar, Jeremy Abbott wore a hat,  Charlie White looked like an angel and Evan Lysacek got a standing ovation. There was also a lot of great skating, some nice group numbers, banter and sparkly costumes.

You also missed mowing my lawn, pulling weeds and getting bit by fire ants.

Laundry was washed and hung out to dry. And then it was properly folded and  put away. Dishes were washed. Cats were fed. Litterboxes were scooped.

There was  dinner at the beach night which was also tone-deaf karaoke night. As fearless souls took turns belting out off key renditions of popular songs, a charming old couple danced.

Books were opened, then quickly set aside with a sigh of disappointment.

Tunes and podcasts were downloaded. Pledges of love were made to Jason Lytle as he sang to me from my ipod. Stalking was initiated.

Other things happened as well involving gaiety, merriment and marshmallow peeps.