Monday, February 22, 2010

I saw a picture of a photograph....

Today I met a friend for lunch so that we could celebrate the fact that February vacation is OVER.
For me it is a relief to be finished with the grueling schedule at work, and for her it is just nice to have the restless children back in school.
I cannot believe how much my typing skills have suffered since switching to my Blackberry for all internet communications!
I can't seem to type more than a few letters without making a mistake.


I was looking at the facebook photos of some friends and for one brief moment I imagined how it would be to slip inside a photograph. What if I could reach out and when my fingers made contact with the paper, it would vanish and my whole arm, then my entire body would slip through into the time and place of that photograph. I would blink, straighten my shoulders and take a good look around.

I was reading through the archives from my Bored Housewife days and maaaan...I really was a different person. I am finding my way back to Me, and it is a truly marvelous feeling. Now if only "Me" could remember to be thin!

I don't know how to blog anymore.
But I do need to write on a regular basis.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Entropy and I have reached a treaty

The house is quiet; two tall, young redheads are in a distant room playing their respective computers, one tall, baldy is lankily sprawled on the bed reading his latest photography magazine.
Entropy seems not to be winning, at least as long as one's eyes are closed. A quick look around this place tells anyone who's asking that yes, indeed, all system do tend to disorder--and quickly.
It's all I can do to keep my head above water: dust and cat hair and mail in various stages of disarray closing in on every side.
I sigh and put up blinders: my night stand is tidy; my clothes are arranged in an orderly fashion; my kitchen is....well...ahem...mostly clean. But the point is, I focus on the spaces that are mine. My mantra of, "I only control myself," hums along so quietly in the background of all my other thoughts that I don't even notice it anymore--except in moments of panic, and then it's there, calm and reassuring.

Today I skied.
I wish I didn't lose my confidence so easily, resorting to the stupid ole snowplow.
The weird thing is, I din't even DO the snowplow the first day I ever skied. My sister-in-law taught me, and she just showed me how to ski. It was only later, after losing control and going waaaaay too fast that I adopted the snowplow. Oh well. I still have fun, and that's really all that counts, right? Exercise and having fun.

I'm taking College Algebra from the University of Maine, Fort Kent (online) this semester. I'm decent with math, but it's not what I would call my "strong suit." I did well in high school, but then in college I decided it would be a good idea to neglect to hand in any of my homework, so I failed the class. When I retook College Algebra, it was the last straw--I was ready to drop out already, and was focused way more on my full-time job, and I again failed to complete my assignments, this time for a D-. Ha! Well, now I'm at it again, and guess what? I have completed EVERY assignment, quiz, and exam and so far have a 96%...because, come on--it's still me, I'm still going to rush through things without checking my work! It's super easy so far, but I'm not going to get cocky. Still, I can't believe I didn't do my homework before. What was I thinking??