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.

Ummmm....

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!

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

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??

Sweeping Vistas

Wide open future before me
I drift forward on the waves of time
colors, shapes, and sounds surging around me
Life
is happening
building, weaving, through the mists of past and the haze of future
Life
is beautiful.

The title of this blog is so...so...right

It's kind of sad, really.
I am one woman, alone in the tornado of 5 boys in this house.
The man-boy is the poster child for entropy...any system he is a part of tends to disorder at astonishing rates!
And I am having a hard time keeping up.
With working, going to school, and planning a wedding, it got pretty bad for a while there.
Now I'm down to just school, and I'm not doing much better!
Oh well.
Me and entropy, we will make it through this.
I will conquer it for a time, and then it will creep back into my life, silently, stealthily; or it will burst back in, over one particularly busy weekend.
Either way, it's a dance, a tug-of-war.

Bah.

Life is

Beautiful.
It really is.
I can't stop marveling at the incredible beauty of the way it unfolds around me.

I am so lucky and I am grateful for this good fortune every single day!

There is a summer thunder shower brewing outside, the sunny day growing darker and the trees all dancing in the breeze.

I am filled with joy because once again, my True Love has shown me how deeply he loves me and how willing he is to work with me to overcome my fears.

What a goofy, sappy blog this is.
I love it!

Rain, rain, Go AWAY!!

It's rained a lot this summer.
But oh well.
At least I'm home.

There was a time when I thought the interent solved every problem,
And then there was a time when I thought the internet caused all my problems.
I was right both times, and I was wrong.
But that's just sort of the way life works, isn't it?

I was just rolling a couple of words around in my mouth because they rhyme, and I'm not sure I ever noticed that before: furious and curious.
Wicked.

I just ordered a couple of new albums.
Maybe a strange duo, maybe not.
Wilco's latest, but my first Wilco purchase.
And Br00ke White...from Uh-merican Idyl.
She's my Car0le K!ng--love her voice and her soulfulness.

Also, I'm sort of wondering what kind of metaphorical (or metaphysical, perhaps?) lesson could be gleaned from the following scenario:
Through no fault of my own, I've ended up with 4 cats living in my house, sharing my bed (ugh). Cats which should be BALD, considering how much hair I sweep up (or ought to sweep up) on a daily basis. Cats...cats who are very good at killing and maiming small furry creatures. Mice, moles, birds--your guts are at risk to be smeared across my welcome mat! Yesterday's catch of the day? A baby bat. One minute Rocko is silently slinking across a tree branch, the next, there is a shredded-winged bat on my porch. Sigh. The best part? Tonight the thing was eaten or carried away by fierce looking bugs.

And this is why I want a dog.

Brainstorming

(not a thing dry erase about that...)

Jeeeez....good thing I didn't write something profound yet forgotten.

I will attempt to write my next novel here, starting November 1st. For now I will brainstorm and sketch characters and plot possibilities......