“When anybody asks, 'What are you writing about now?' if I try to reply, the book-in-the-works sounds so idiotic to me that I think, 'Why am I trying to write that puerile junk?' So now I give up; if I could talk about it, I wouldn't have to write it."
- Madeleine L'Engle, A Circle of Quiet


There Are Snowflakes Moshing In My Back Yard

Monday, March 31, 2008

You’ll have to excuse me. I’m fighting a killer case of the doldrums here.

Okay, okay. I’m not so much fighting it as I am utterly giving in to it.

You see, over the weekend, the sun came out. It got warm(ish). The snow melted – well some of it anyway. We had lots and lots of goopy, sinky mud, which may sound icky, but to me it was a sign of the coming of spring.

I even pulled out a gardening book and devoured it with the appetite of a starving woman. I had hope that gardening season would soon be here. I bought seeds from Gurneys. I made garden plans.

But today...(sigh)

Today it started to snow. And it continued to snow. And it started to snow harder. And it continued snowing harder until it was nearly a blizzard.

As I write this, the wind is tossing the millions upon millions of snowflakes in our backyard in a whirling, whooshing mosh pit of snow. What once was mud has again become a white wilderness.

So you’ll have to forgive me if I am not cheerful or uplifting today. I am currently convinced that spring is never going to come; that we are forever doomed to endless winter; that the garden in my dreams will never come to be because the ground will never again be warm enough to welcome it.

Spring? What is that? I’ve completely forgotten.



The Battle

Monday, March 24, 2008

The cruel white Snow Queen has taken over my part of the country. She holds us firmly in her grip and refuses to surrender to the beautiful Spring Princess of growing things, even though her reign should have ended four days ago. She blows her icy breath and makes us zip our coats up a little higher.

The eagles aren’t afraid of her – I see them soaring high in defiance to her tyranny. They know the truth – that she cannot prevail much longer – that her defenses are weakening – and they aren’t afraid to mock her obstinance, flying high above her grasp.

Those of us without wings have to settle for what we can get. As for me, I defy her in my own quiet way. I am drawing plans to transform what is now a snowy wilderness into a tribute to the beauty of nature. In the hidden places of my mind float dreams of terraced gardens; flowers in nearly every color I can imagine; trees bursting with lacy blossoms in white, pink, and magenta until they drop them to make a soft, lovely carpet for their coming green Spring Princess.

In a more tangible way, I am planting seeds in my basement, providing them light with flourescent fixtures in spite of the current lack of sunlight. There are Agastache, Cornflowers, Columbine, Spearmint, Sweet Marjoram, Chives, English Thyme, Cabbage; and soon to come are Poppies, Baby's Breath, Marigolds, Zinnias, Mallow, Tomatoes, Lettuce, Corn, Beans, and so much more. I watch them, coax them, and dote over them, my blessed symbols of the coming of spring.

The beloved green Spring Princess is fighting the battle with honor and valour. With the help of her mighty champion the Sun warming the earth; her infallible weapons of rain melting the snow; her trumpeters the birds sounding the battle cry; and her valiant warriors, all the green growing things desperately pressing through the long-frozen earth, I know it won’t be long before she is victorious. The White Queen of winter will be forced to surrender for another year and we will live in glorious freedom under the generous and benevolent rule of Spring.

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

Those of you who have been reading my blog may remember how I feel about public restrooms. Those of you who have not may find out how I feel by clicking on that link. Pay especial attention to #9 under "Public Restroom Etiquette", please. I will use public restrooms, but I have some pretty strict feelings about the etiquette of using them. Today, I heard something on the radio that shocked and horrified me to my very core.

I should preface this story by saying that I am not a germ-a-phobe. I’m not excited about germs, but they don’t frighten me either. I just think that certain habits, especially certain bathroom habits are disgusting.

So, I was listening to the local “inane chatter” talk radio station on my drive home today, and the two women hosts happened to be talking about washing your hands after using the restroom. One of them had apparently revealed in a previous show that she does not always wash her hands after using the restroom. She claimed that she wraps her hand in a “toilet paper glove” and therefore finds it unnecessary.

I find that disgusting.

She was offended because a young woman who had just met her and shook her hand, washed her hands immediately afterward because she had heard her confession. She insisted that it was not the least bit unusual for women to not wash their hands after using the restroom, and that any woman who claimed to wash her hands every time was a liar.

I guess she’s calling me a liar.

Someone called in with an “Amen, sistah” and said that she couldn’t possibly wash her hands every time she used the bathroom because it dried her skin. The dirty-handed host agreed, saying that she would rather not wash her hands than have to use lotion every time she did.

Seriously, it is beyond my ability to put into writing just how disgustingly gross that is to me.

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Things Are Finally Looking Up! (Or, How Many Times Can I Use The Word "Really" In One Post?)

Saturday, March 15, 2008

It’s two! Two! Two posts in one!

Firstly, and most importantly, today is Hot Rod Mama’s birthday! Yes, my mom is turning another year older today. For a little while I didn’t think we were going to be able to celebrate her birthday with her. See, I called earlier this week to discuss what we were going to do and my dad told me he was taking her out for dinner. Ahem, well then! I guess I know my place.
Turns out that it’s a group dinner with friends kind of thing and we are, of course, welcome to join them. It was not such an exclusive affair as he first made it sound. So we’re going to meet them at Erte – one of our very favorite restaurants – for dinner tonight. Yay!

So, to my favorite Mom, hope you have an absolutely fantastic birthday today! And I hope your 63rd year is the best one ever! (Did I just give away that my mom is 62?! Aaaaackk!)


On a completely different note, I am finally feeling better...finally! At this point I’d say I’m about 95 percent, which is great. It’s the best I’ve felt in almost a month. This happened to me at my previous job too. It was like every cold germ in the place saw me and immediately glommed on. “Mmmm! Fresh meat!”

Hopefully this is the end of it. Although I do think the hospital is kind of bad luck for me. I know, I know. As a Christian I’m not supposed to believe in luck, but yesterday, just as I was really getting to the point of feeling good again, I twisted my ankle in the hospital parking lot on my way in to work. It’s not really bad, but it’s bad enough to be really annoying. I think all that saved me from a trip to the ER were my lightning quick reflexes and my ankle high Doc Martin boots. Okay, I’ll give providence a plug too. It really could have been a lot worse.

In the meantime, I’m so ready for spring! I’m fantasizing about landscaping and pretty plants and ornamental trees and fresh veggies and herbs. (sigh) I can’t wait to get out there and get my hands dirty! I'd go right now, but all I'd manage is to get my hands muddy and really cold!

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My Cold And Vanity Fair (Things That May Never End)

Saturday, March 08, 2008

So I started my new job about 4 weeks ago. A week into it I got sick. Then, just as I was beginning to feel better I got sick again. There's some nasty stuff going around the office,which is a very small, very packed space with absolutely no ventilation and about 20 people working in it, many of whom are new like me and are thus catching and passing around nasty stuff.

All that to say, I'm still sick and miserable and I've basically spent the past three weeks working and sleeping. I finally managed to get a couple days off (Thursday and Friday) and slept through them pretty much all day both days. The Geek has picked up take-out from the local pizza/pasta joint more times in these three weeks than I can count.

BUT, I do have a post for today ... okay, it's a bit of a cheater post, but I got tagged by "The Good Girls" and it's kind of a literary sort of meme-ish thingy, so of course I just had to do it. :)

The rules are as follows:

1. Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.

My closest book is Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray, which I have been trudging through for longer than I care to admit considering that I am only on page 156. The plot itself could be interesting, but Mr. Thackeray is just so long-winded! Yeesh! And his timeline is so twisty it's hard to keep track of it. I'm determined to finish it though; that is, if I can do so before I run out of renewals at the library.

Anyway, here are my three sentences.
The old aunt was long in "coming-to". A month had elapsed. Rawdon was denied the door by Mr. Bowls; his servants could not get a lodgement in the house at Park Lane; his letters were sent back unopened.
Not terribly revealing or enticing, really. I think this might be one of those books you have to finish before you can appreciate it at all. If I finish I'll let you know.

And as for the tags, I'm sticking to my standard procedure. If you want to be tagged, then "Tag, you're it!"

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