Things I've been doing...

...Helping Ben the Neighbor and Pipa Petey move. Whaaaaaaaa.....

...Twirling around and around in their huge dining room...and living room...and bedroom...and kitchen...

...Calming down a very upset cat in the car as he moved to his new home. He stopped being upset almost immediately once he got to run around the new place.

...Gabbling on the phone for quite some time. Something I'm really good at.

...Listening to MPR, and the news of Hussein's capture.

...Fighting a feeling of inner dread. Panic attack? Psychic flash? PMS? Workplace angst? Whatever it is, it definitely isn't a Large Bag of Money.

...Knitting my first pair of mittens. I made them kind of ...big...damn!

...Working on a hat, that looks terrible as a hat but not bad as a handbag. Sheesh.

...Wrapping presents. Some may well be for you. Nyaah nyaah!


And stuff and other stuff. and more stuff as the day winds merrily forward.

Morning Haiku...

Fuji apple, chai,
bagel eaten, breakfast is
much needed today.

I will need my strength,
for when I do get to work,
chaos will ensue.

Instead I just crave
quiet,holed up in my home
watching blowing snow.

These haikus are lame,
there's no stirring thoughts in here.
Boo! Boo! do over!!

Rambles....

The crows have come back with a vengeance this year...clouds of them thickening the sky, swirling around the condos and the park by the hundreds. I watched them in a sort of awe last night as the sky turned dark and darker shades of blue, even though I've seen them descend on the park last year and the year before. It never fails to impress me. I'm always glad to see them.

I finished my first mittens. Lumpy, but recognizable. I had to take them off to type.

I'd been thinking about work, and social structures, and speech. Especially speech. Usually my own. I'm often very, very very polite...sometimes too polite. (Yes, even with all the swearing, I can be too polite. Go fig.) It's frustrating to me. I often make an effort to listen carefully, to not interrupt, to not ramble. (I fail most magnificently at the last one, but I really really try hardest with the first two.) This often sabotages me when in a conversation with someone....I don't want to interrupt, but I don't want to be left out, either. And then when I get interrupted over and over (At work mostly, when someone asks me a question and I'm trying to answer it, of course)...It fills me with a sense of frustration. Where's Miss Manners with a metal ruler when you really need her? Also, because of my reticence, people often assume I'm either thick-headed or tentative. It's neither.
I'm just.....really damn polite. Or I'm trying to be. I know, I know, this from the person who perfected the Little-Bunny_foo_foo_Hand-Puppet-Pulp-Fiction...

I'm listening to my Dead Can Dance cd...I can sing along with some of the French stuff. I try hard to with the Middle Eastern stuff and make a really interesting hash of it. Sometimes I bellydance to some of it.

I have a couple of paintings I want to try soon, based on some dreams I've been having. This means I have to get the poinsettia off the worktable. And put away the beads. And rearrange my paints and postcards. And admire my new paintbrushes.
Mmm, paint!!!

But first, I must drink about a half-gallon of milk before bed.
Mausi + hormonal angst + lack of sunlight = rabid Maus with a cow fixation and it ain't pretty, folks. MooooooooooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Shhhhhh...

A catalog of things, both good and bad...

I stressed out the tendons in my left hip again...too much standing. I'm in some pain. I'm stretching it out very gently, very slowly.

I keep thinking of halfhearted poetry and then discarding it. Maybe tomorrow I should put the beginnings to poems and see how other people would finish them.

I have an unopened half-gallon of milk in the fridge. Not for long. *drools*

I'm training minions this week so I can have a lovely vacation someday.

I want to take my Birthday off. I'm not sure I can.

I'm flying to see my folks...later than I planned, but I'm still going.

I fed Ben the Not-living-as-close-Neighbor some chicken stew I'd made. I was horribly rude to him as well, since I was also on the phone with someone getting over a viral hijacking. Ben didn't mind, since it meant he could sneak seconds while I was distracted. He is a better Neighbor than I deserve, for sure.

I didn't make it to the meeting I should have gone to about our building. Partly just being tired, partly because I was limping on the way home. Five bucks says tomorrow I'll be grabbing my butt again and yelping because of that damn hip. I'm not digging the thought.

I now return you to Mr. Fu Manchu's Mysterious House of Lefse, already in progress...