Wednesday, October 14, 2009
I truly don't know where the time goes. I have work to do, at home and at school and for my after school program. I need to run around and get signatures on a grant application, and monthly grant reports. I'm firing the kiln right now (glaze firing). I just taught two classes, dealt with the mother of a truant student, have another class this afternoon. I have a dr appointment this afternoon. I stayed up too late reading a great murder mystery. I cooked dinner for DH and myself (an easy pasta and truffle cheese dish), cleaned up, Sparked while watching the news - and I still don't have enough hours in the day.
Thing is, I'm hyper-organized - a place for everything, everything in it's place - files and files, color coded and grouped by subject or origin or purpose. I don't waste time.
I just don't have enough of it for all the things I want - or need - to do.
Ah well, at least I don't eat out of boredom.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
We were in Philadelphia for my MIL's unveiling, when mourning officially ends and there's a ceremony at the cemetery (and the tombstone is unveiled, hence the name). His mother was 98 when she passed away - now DH and his brother are the older generation in the family. Well, and a bunch of cousins.
Which means there are also nieces and nephews - all in their 30s, all married. Second cousins in their 20s. Grand-nieces and grand-nephews, ranging in age from 22 months to 6 or 7 yrs old.
So I was thinking about how we slowly slide into place as the "grands" - how we barely notice that we're aging out, and the younger generation is moving into place as the "adults", as the power generation. It's just weird, I met these nieces and nephews when they were just starting college. Now they have toddlers and young children. And a puppy. I was at their weddings. I was even at one graduation.
And I'm looking at retirement in 5 years - and they'll have more toddlers, and the ones who are now toddlers will be in school.
I barely feel older than I did when I was 16. I look older, I just don't feel older. I don't think older. I've racked up the years. But my brain hasn't aged with my body.
I'll admit, though, it's fun to hang out with the little ones who are just discovering the world - I actually was corrected by little Mr 22 months, who told me that was a red SQUARE when I called it a cube, LOL!
Sunday, October 11, 2009
DH brought home a bagel and nonfat decaf latte for me. And immediately started talking about brunch. Or lunch. This is a daily event. We eat and as we eat, he's planning his next meal, or next several meals. It's no wonder I gained weight in our first year together. It's a constant struggle to NOT keep up with his eating schedule. A constant battle to NOT eat what he's eating. "No, sweetie, I don't want a burger at 380 calories a patty plus a 200 calorie bun plus half a bag of chips which will equal a day's worth of calories and a week of fat and sodium." "No, dear, I'm not baking a sour cream coffee cake this week, you and I don't need to have that in the house." "No, sweetie, tell Ben and Jerry to get out of the grocery cart. They can't come home with us."
It would be different if he were one of those men who could eat anything and stay skinny. But the man has never been skinny in his life. He and I were both built with large frames that pack on the lbs to insulate us against the frozen tundra our ancestors came from.
So even though we live in the Caribbean, our bodies store everything for later. Just in case the Ice Age hits.
We just don't need all that food. And I just don't need to have it at home, or in my face. Keep it away.
Maybe some garlic around my neck will ward it off.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
DH rented a car so he could drive to the neighboring state for his godson's football game, as long as we were in the neighborhood (Phl and Jersey, rather than being in the VI) - this morning, he and I went to deliver the car, and walk back. We get "home" and his brother tells us the company called, he forgot to leave the key.
He thinks I'M the spacey one in the family!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, October 09, 2009
We flew from St. Thomas to Philadelphia last night - changing planes in San Juan, Puerto Rico. DH slept, I watched the "Star Trek" movie (which had a confusing plot, but since I grew up on Star Trek it was fun) - but that left me an hour or so with just my iPod and a dark plane.
We were above the clouds, it was dark, the cabin was unlit, most people were sleeping as I lip synced to my faves - and I glanced out the window. There it was, riding above the clouds, a gibbous moon (I love that word "gibbous") - three-quarters of a white glowing ethereal disk, just floating in the sky, almost lit from within. Gorgeous. Lovely. One of those rare moments with a different view of a normal object, when one really sees the object in a new and different way.
I almost woke DH to show him and share this moment, but he's such a deep sleeper, not to mention a terrible flyer - so I kept the moon to myself, as the glow lit up my side of the plane.
Phebe - my name - is Greek for light, as in Phoebe Artemis, goddess of the moon. She was there last night.
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