zird is the word (lizardek) wrote,
zird is the word

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Juniper bushes are bearing waxy blue buds, bleeding hearts hang heavy on their bushes. Walking across the green clipped expanse of the park space hidden in the middle of Flyinge's neighborhoods, the sky looks immense. I almost feel I could flip upside down and float up into it. Gravity could stop working any minute. The pink blossoms of the cherry trees are snowing down with every breeze, and drifting in piles against the edges of paths and curbs. The lilacs are bursting among their isoceles-shaped droopy leaves in every nuance from white to lavender to royal purple. Spirea smells like what I imagine powdered sugar would smell like if it smelled like anything. The air carries noise so well in the early evening that I can hear the shouts of the spectators watching a soccer game halfway across the village like it's right next to me.

When I got back from my walk, Anders asked me where I go each evening. I don't choose a path, I just set out. My only goal is to make it a different loop and it has to be at least half an hour. I've gone north into the fields, and south into the village. Sometimes I walk down the snail trail under the noisy crow village in the treetops and sometimes I stride past the homes and gardens, picking up ideas for our own landscaping plans. I have yet to walk all the way to the ostrich farm, but it's only been 5 days. :)

Someone at work has been essentially picking a fight with me because she apparently thinks I'm a bitch for leaving early from the work thing on Friday. I'm upset about it, but not sure what to do either. She hasn't been in the office for most of the week and has been increasingly rude to me via email, so I haven't been able to confront her in person, but I'm not 100% sure I want to either, as I have no intention of apologizing for leaving on Friday and I find her attitude to be childish in the extreme. She's also going through some major personal troubles at home and I'm sure that is partly what's coloring her perspective. *sigh* Why can't people keep in mind that 1) you can't assume tone from written words in email and 2) everyone is human, and therefore, not perfect?

I'm leaving work at 2 to drive into Malmö for our concert at the Diagnostic Center at the hospital. It's a wonderful space to sing in and I'm looking forward to it. We have 2 concerts left on Sunday and a party on the 26th and then choir is over until the end of August, what a bummer! After the concert I'm coming back to work late (on Friday evening, oh the humanity!) because we have a major print piece due on Tuesday and I really can't afford otherwise to be gone for 3 hours.

As Usual, RLP Gets to the Heart of the Matter: To Care or Not to Care, an excellent essay on the schizophrenia of blogging

Stunning, Just Stunning: Their Circular Life (wait for each image to load then drag the triangle pointer around the circle. Make sure you have your speakers on.)
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