Miscellany & music 31 Mar 2006 09:16 pm
Potporrie
Yes, I know I spelled that…..creatively. You know what I mean.
Yippee-skippee I’m having fun with high speed service! On another day in “communicable diseases” land, otherwise known as “life with children who have Whooping Cough”, there has been buttery tulips blooming, a warm and stiff breeze blowing, eyes that are bleary-eyed and sleepy and drunk on pollen…and a chance to surf back into music videos: a tempting time sucker to be sure.
to ponder from Jewel’s song Good-bye Alice in Wonderland:
There is a difference between dreaming and pretending
I did not find paradise
It was only a reflection of my lonely mind searching
For what was missing in my life…
Yes a heart can hallucinate
If it’s completely starved for love
Can even make monsters seem like
Angels from above
Dreaming is a good thing cause it brings new things to life
Pretending is an ending that perpetuates a lie
Forgetting what you are
Seeing for what you’ve been told
And growing up is not the absence of dreaming
It’s being able to understand the difference between the ones you can hold
And the ones that you’ve been sold
snuggling with W on the couch tonight, he gave me this little gem:
“Mom. You do not even know how comfortable I am right now. I am comfortable like God loves me.” 
It looks as though this dog is here to stay. “Boy” is what he comes to and what he has thus been named. He seems to know his job here is to follow little boys around, do what they say, and chase off any cats who might want a snif-see in our trash cans. He’s taken to the job quite seriously.
I wonder why, when most of the female population would probably hanker for some time out alone after being cooped up for weeks with sick children, I instead feel ready to implode if I don’t have some aggressive time alone to clean. It’s not even messy around here but in the fatigue I feel an adrenalin building that wants to scrub under things, move stuff around, throw things away, and even paint.
Maybe it’s the swede in me? Maybe it’s not very weird after all? Or maybe it’s spring fever. Whatever. It’s what I’m doing this weekend, with an intensity that just maybe could part very large things, like the Red Sea. Skin will be shed, leaves will turn over, and every other cliche one can think of.
From my friend Beth:
“Most people fail in the art of living not because they are inherently bad or so without will that they cannot lead a better life; they fail because they do not wake up and see when they stand at a fork in the road and have to decide. They are not aware when life asks them a question.” –Erich Fromm
