Once again all the way through to the end. I have a lot going on today so I want to get this up here and maybe come back and edit it later or add a new entry. But that is 30 in 30. With Fangsgiving AND illness AND power outages in the mix!
I’m just herping and derping around. I’ve messing with my blog plugins. Wondering if I need to change the theme, considering learning how to write a wordpress theme. Except I really like the Steampunk feel to it.
I’m thinking about all the things I need to do around the house and how I just don’t have it in me tonight.
I’m trying VERY HARD not to be annoyed by my kidlet who decided that she needed to give herself a cough. Yes she was feeling a bit weird a couple of days ago so she made herself cough to get attention. She did it so much she now has a cough for real. It’s making me a bit nuts. Because it is and isn’t a real cough. I don’t know how to describe it.
It’s November we all have allergies. We’re all kinda grumpy and sick feeling.
I got sick enough from some things I ate at Thanksgiving that I’m on day 2 of eating salads for lunch. I will do that this week and probably next. I have my sugar free balsamic and oil dressing. Sugar Free…really, why does salad dressing need high fructose corn syrup?
Talking with some folks about doing our own Reverb 11. Not sure if there is enough time to put it together, but maybe there is. I liked it last year. It did help crystallize some things for me. I beileve it was an important part of me deciding to really really lose weight this time and change how I eat. I’ve done really well at it too—until the end of October and Fangsgiving that is.
I don’t really get what Gwen Bell (inventor of Reverb 10) is doing with her posting to inboxes instead of the web, but then that’s her process not mine. I know I do like the sense of community that started developing about a year ago here and on twitter.
I’m waiting to hear about something that could be quite a big change. When do you consider your options and then just jump? I guess I jumped off the low board already, I’ve come up for air, I’m looking around and seeing what I can see. Things will change—either the thing itself or how I deal with that type of thing. Still being cryptic yes…
And here’s the most random thing of all. I’m really starting to like the macbook I use at work. I use both a mac and a pc. PC’s because most teacher use them, macs because someone needs to be the one to call for all those questions. I’ve come a long way in a short while, especially considering my experience on a mac was with a IIci. I’m fine with the server end of things, because, well it’s a server and when in doubt you can use the console. But I’m not comfortable with how the mac just decides things for you –and good lord that downloads folder is going to make me insane. I’m getting better at it though. I do like how the programs just work and the apps are inexpensive, for the most part—for either the ipad or the macbook. And the interoperability is very cool. I’ve been building and using pc’s since they had green/amber screens and DOS. What the HECK is going on with me? It is because it is so pretty?
it’s too damn expensive that’s for sure.
A haiku for you however:
all browsers do suck
PC or Mac no matter
hourglass rainbow wheel
So there is my blather collection for today. Tomorrow I have to post early I think, because the cutoff is 2pm. So there will be a quick “I made it,” to make sure that I do in fact, cross the nablopomo finish line.
What is it about November? I can barely stand to read over the previous year’s entries. I’ve been doing Nablopomo since the beginning and it seems each November there is some enormous decision, or some huge situation that demands attention.
Inn 2006 things got crazy in the Bean’s preschool and we had to take her out. We were also coming to the end of trying to have another child
In 2007 Things blew up with a person in our family. Blew up really high and really hot. We still haven’t recovered from that.
In 2008 Well I deleted all November 2008 so good lord, what was wrong there? I’m not actually sure I deleted it—it’s jut missing.
Two years ago it was leaving the MAT program. I’d dreamed about being a high school English teacher my entire life. I found out that was a better dream than reality. It broke my heart.
A year ago I dislocated my ankle. Yeah the ankle that isn’t ever going to be right again. The ankle that when I’m on it too long or to intensely requires that I use a cane to be able to keep walking.
This year…well I’ll tell you in a week or so. But it’s big.
But seriously, what is it about November?
Why are there such explosions in that month for us?
My father died in November.
I just don’t like November very much.
What is it about this month that I realize that I just can’t or won’t do (insert X here) anymore—it’s just asking too much?
Is that November for you or do you have another month?
What is the moment that you leave childhood and enter adulthood? (Guest Post by Catherine Gildiner, author of After the Falls)
Here I go again not doing things in the right order. I spent a sleepless night very sick last night so I took a walk through the prompts and realized that this is one that I’d been thinking of in general.
I’ve been wondering if there is a moment or series of moments. I tend to think the latter.
Is it your first apartment? Well that’s a moment, but not entirely *the* moment. You do have to learn that when you are hungry you have to feed yourself, that you have to not be so frivolous that you spend your rent, but while adult, they are not enough to constitute the moment.
You’d think it would be when you get married, but that depends. It depends on if you are getting married for the right reasons and if you have found the right person. I know the second time I got married certainly made that abundantly clear.
Buying a house? Well when you sign the next 30 years of your life away, yeah that is certainly one of the *the* moments. Especially somehow if you make that purchase with someone. You realize then that you are making a commitment on top of a commitment and somewhere in the back of your head, no matter how much you love that person (and I do) you realize that you are signing on for a mess if something doesn’t work out. But the love and trust you have for the other person makes that signature possible. That leap of faith is a leap into adulthood.
There are smaller moments, like when you come home early from a really great time because you have something you’ve promised to do early the next day. Or you go to a party/dinner/function even though you know you are going to be uncomfortable, even though you know there are folks there you’d rather not see and would rather not see you. You put on your big girl panties and show up because it is the right thing to do.
The real moment though? It isn’t the moment you find out that you are pregnant, though that is when the clock begins to tick. It isn’t the moment when they hand you the baby because you are in shock. Joyful shock, delirious shock, utter shock.
No I think somehow it happens when you pack up from the hospital and you realize that you two don’t just get to take this baby home, you have to take this baby home and yes, you want to as well. And that you have not one freaking idea how you are going to do any of it. And you realize
all those things you remember from your own childhood? That 8th birthday party no one came to, that first heartbreak, those slammed doors …those wonderful snuggles and the first kitten, well you are about to be responsible for all those things for another human being.
And then yes, you are the adult. Whether you are fully adult or not isn’t the entire point, you are *the* adult.
And that, ultimately, is more important and makes you into an adult.
I think. I’ll probably know for sure in another 30 years or so.
Whole family is feeling ill. Different people for different reasons. Mr. J is having allergies. The Bean is having either allergies or a cold we can’t tell quite yet. I am having a reaction to getting some MSG (I don’t have a small reaction to it, I have ended up in the ER before with breathing problems so this is not much fun)we think. So I’m going to take some Benadryl and hope for the best. I did manage to make a huge pot of turkey soup from the leftover bird — we got all the bones out and it cooked all day. That and posting this is going to have to be the major accomplishments for the day.
I know it sounds weird and it is weird for me to say, but I’m ready to be back to eating gluten free and primal- more than ready. It’s going to be a week’s worth of salads or more before I feel normal again.
It’s one of those days.
Days I’m just too tired. I can’t think of what to write, so I’m going to do that thing that I learned to do with kids…
I might send them to
One Word and get them thinking about one word and writing about it for sixty seconds.
Or how about something more ambitious..
Write for Ten is another good short writing place. I have enjoyed taking students there and they enjoy it more than the ancient art of putting pencil to paper.
I understand why they only teach cursive for half a year now. As much a it is sad to see it go, who even writes much anymore? Everything is typed. My kidlet can type faster now than I could with five years on her.
Finally there is 750 words which requires more than sixty seconds and more than 10 minutes.
I must admit I’m not that ambitious at this point. I got a little of the after Fangsgiving cleanup done (it wasn’t bad this year). I also had a wonderful conversation with my sister—in which I got to really tell her how much I like being around her and how I’m glad we are friends now. It hasn’t always been so easy for us. We dealt with our challenging childhoods in polar opposite ways. I became quiet she got loud. She is in your face and I am in the background. She fits in and I go out of my way not to. And somehow, finally, I think we actually enjoy each other. I know stealing a few minutes with her in my room last night was a total high point for me.
As was giving my niece my favorite TredAir kitty shoes that I’ve carried around for years and which got too small after having the Bean made my feet grow.
Today my hair was trimmed and made flamboyantly red again. It’s not quite a bob, but I’ll be there by February if I can keep from having Toni hack it all off again. Must look Weimar for Max Raabe concert..MUST.
Well now see what happened. I managed to get a little something down on the ‘page.’
Some cool writing sites you might try with students and a memory of really enjoying my relationship with my sister. And a niece in cat shoes.
I wish I had the energy to be at #wineparty tonight, but that’s not going to happen.
Good night. I’m going to bite some turkey and fall over.