Category Archive: Rants and vents

Nov 18

Falling toward a finish line

You know that sensation, where you’ve tripped, and you know intellectually that there’s absolutely no avoiding a major fall on your face, but that message hasn’t really reached your body yet, and you’re still churning your legs, trying desperately to keep them underneath you, as you stumble forward, forward, wincing and praying? That’s sort of …

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Jan 15

All the sweet serenity of books

So this is ridiculous, I think we can all safely say. I mean, there can be debate about the purpose or use of the library itself today – not in my own mind, of course, but I’ve had more than one person remark about whether my going back to school to be a librarian is …

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Jan 02

In the bleak midwinter

“What rescue group considers bringing me to Wisconsin ‘humane’?” I’m just curious. I’m having a conversation with my best friend, who, though a couple of states away from me, also lives in the Midwest – the difference being that she grew up here, and I grew up closer to mid-Atlantic. We’re discussing a weekend road …

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Jan 16

For me more than for you

Having a chair collapse under you isn’t nearly as funny as the slapsticks would have you believe.[/caption] Probably should have sensed the tone of the day when I went to stand on an old chair to retrieve the slow cooker (I never felt short until I was an adult, and I came to realize that …

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Dec 19

Someone keeps moving my chair

I have felt off-kilter for days now. A favorite teacher once sighed about me that I spent all my time running around “putting out little fires,” rather than just keeping fires from starting in the first place through better planning. I’ve never really gotten consistently better at that, though I have tried. Usually, it winds …

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Dec 16

Where was I? I forgot the point that I was making…

I think I can write again. I’ve spent the last couple of days beginning things such as, “Gabe had his first violin concert, unlike twenty kids in Conneticut…”, or, “Sam is at a holiday party, which won’t bring back babies to their moms and dads, or teachers to their families…”, or even, “Taking a few …

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Dec 09

Drugs from Pakistan?

(Title has nothing to do with anything except that Gabe has been listening to “No!” almost constantly for over a week now, and he’s singing the songs everywhere he goes, and some of the lyrics get a bit interesting in his interpretation. It took me a while to figure out why he was chanting about …

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Dec 05

Behind a wooden door, the voice of Thomas Alva

I’m feeling particularly, spectacularly, uncreative today, so instead of trying to get showy with words, I’ll do something that I’ll probably regret and post videos instead. Today was bed linen changing day, you see, and I remarked on Facebook how interesting it was that while Sam’s sheets were redolent of “preteen boy” and all the …

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Dec 03

I am not your broom

According to my dog, this mop is evil incarnate. Or made of something delicious. Possibly both. Somebody tracked something sticky into the kitchen. It’s not so clear-cut as a simple spill; no, it’s a series of small, extremely sticky spots, invisible, yet undeniable. I say “series,” mind, because the spots are spaced far enough apart …

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Nov 26

(Sapphire) Bullets


Let’s come back with a bang, shall we? Bullet points! Bullets of pure…(love ya, Jennifer) reasons why I’m pretty freaking grouchy right now. Thanksgiving was the suck. Sorry, I know I’m supposed to look at things all positive and crap, be all, “Oh, at least we were together, ::heartsandponies::!” but it just was. I came …

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