Weblog 300

November 13, 2011~ 12:30 am
Hard to believe this is my 300th weekly blog entry! Time is like a greased pole we go sliding down, quicker by the year, and it's already the rear shank of this one.. but a wonderfully silent, bare-staged November



--its only color, the occasional flaming sunset. (That glorious painting is by John Atkinson Grimshaw- a favorite of mine.)

I like the quiet of this month- and I LOVE the anticipation of the good foods and coziness of Thanksgiving. (I even feel I'm writing in this blog a bit slower.... with more contemplation and no feeling of urgency whatsoever.) The world around me is muted.. getting prepared for the holing-up of winter with everyone in their separate, warmed hutch.

Soon there'll be the manic ramping up to the glitzy holiday of Christmas -with its tinsel and lights- and the barely tamped down frenzy that it creates... it's like we're all flappers, decking out for an evening at our favorite speakeasy.



(Oh, how this country loves its 'buying season'. LOL!!) Not me, but all the malls will be packed and the traffic horrendous, so I do enjoy this bit of a quiet lull. Always have.

This past week has gone by with one blurred day folding into another, my work stacking up because I'm training someone. (She's a lovely gal and a quick study)-- but lord knows, you can't accomplish the usual amount of work and be divided between two things.

I've also been experiencing nighttime leg cramps......(not conducive to a good night's sleep, let me tell you.) Tonight Wayne brought over some PICKLE JUICE for me to drink- it's supposed to help. And homeopathic leg cramp pills. And I bought some bananas while grocery shopping...they're supposed to give the body the amount of potassium it's missing, which leads to these annoying muscle cramps. Heck....I'll try anything to see if it works. Being roused a couple of times a night makes for pretty lousy rest.

At least there's the solace of calmly browsing the net, looking for things that interest me. (ANYTHING to get away from the shocking and angering Penn State scandal. It's everywhere on the news and in conversation, and too horrible to contemplate constantly... those poor boys.) I know of course, I'll drift back to reading the latest news... how can one help but keep staring at something that appalls that way? Infuriating.... ghastly. It draws one with its horror the way a traffic accident pulls the eyes to the very thing it fears it may see.

Thank god for beauty in the world. It doesn't take the pain away, but it soothes the eyes at least, and I did find a MARVELOUS artist. Allow me to introduce the MASKS of

Peggy Bjerkan



(Isn't she delightful?) One is more pleasing than the next- and her TITLES are inspired! I loved browsing through all of her work; she has a space on Etsy as well. Man O man, what terrific talent... so go have a gander. It'll take your mind off everything else for a while and we all need these little escape chutes...they keep us sane.

Have a good week. (I hope my own proves a bit more productive, and less CRAMPY. Plus..... I think I'm fighting a cold. Oh joy. Just what I need....LOL!)




November 14, 2011~ 7:00 pm
A day at work to myself..... and I certainly went at it whole hog, chiseling, chiseling away at my growing stack of files. (Happily, I have this cold stuck in a corner-- it snarls and snaps-- but I keep poking at it with my stick!) Honestly, a loooooooooong sleep last night- I was in bed at 5:30, asleep by six p.m. -helped a LOT. That... and Zicam. I think they took it off the market, but I still have a bottle, and it WORKS for me.

I spent the day just trying to keep my head above water.....



trying to breathe, trying to stay afloat. We all get days like this where you just make a sprint for home plate. Exhausting, but it pays off if you can keep the paddle wheel churning. (Needless to say, the BEST part of the day was the end: my ass to the door, walking to my car, big grin on my face.) I made a dent...... I truly did.

Of course, being HOME AGAIN was the greatest satisfaction of all...plop the purse down, turn the key to 'lock'... and voila!



IN the nest... luxuriating!

(Yah, right... if you could see me, teeth out, stained terrycloth robe, nose dripping Zicam gel, and blinking, blinking at the computer because my eyes are permanently damaged from staring at numbers all day long, day after day. LOL!!!) Oh well... one can dream. May as well make it a WHOPPER.




November 17, 2011~ 5:30 am
Life goes in and out of focus. Concentrate on one thing long enough, it becomes the only thing-- then everything else disappears. Do it. Go ahead and stare at the '+' below for just 30 seconds.... only the + remains... the rest of the square slowly becomes white.



That's called 'Troxler's fading.'

I have Troxler's fading about work this week.

Bummer.




November 17, 2011~ 11:45 pm
The WEEKEND! Finally. After a visit with Holly and the grandkids Bill and Kay (during which we discussed whether the HUGE BRIGHT STAR in the sky was Jupiter or not) and while Kay flounced about, showing me her first grade textbook with the delicious new ink smell I remember from days gone by... and while Bill explained the changing styles of soldier's uniforms through the centuries though many wars and mayhem, and all the while paging through a book he got from the library, trying to draw me into playing war with him (I was designated as 'THE AXIS' in WWII)-- well after all that, I'm settled in now and almost ready for bed.

Tucked out of sight, Wayne and me in our own cubby holes



and we're NOT COMIN'OUT FOR NUTHIN'!

Planets... spin and twirl, this girl's down for the count....it's SIESTA-VILLE for yours truly. Wayne too, I'm thinking.





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