November 2nd, 2003



Several of my online friends are getting started on their Great American Novel thanks to National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo as it's affectionately if unpronounceably called. The peculiar thing is that in reading about all their preparations and such, I've had absolutely NO desire to join in this phenomenon myself. The reason I find this peculiar is because I started this online journal with the intent of kick-starting my own writing again. However, since I work best on short pieces and poetry, I guess it's not all that strange. Plus, the idea of adding another commitment to my already overcrowded life/calendar/mind is enough to make me go back to bed right now. This is more my style. They're like fiction potato chips, you can't read just one.

The AWC Halloween party was a super success. Smoothly organized and run by the activity coordinating queens, Sharon and Katrina, the kids were kept occupied and entertained, the food was abundant and excellent and the costumes were creative and fun. :) We didn't, as I predicted, win any costume contests this year, but since we put almost zero effort into them, I was neither upset nor disappointed although the gift certificate prize to Gray's American Store certainly would have been welcome. :) There was even dry ice on hand for appropriately spooky special effects :)

The berries and leaves and orange chinese lantern seed pods looked great on the tables last night, and it turns out there was some sort of FRUIT inside those lanterns, and several people ate them. I hope no one died last night. :( I haven't got the faintest idea if they are edible or not, and I can't, for the life of me, understand why people would EAT the table decorations.

I've got the pigsty situation of the century awaiting me, although I did do some picking up before I sat down at the computer. Since I haven't been home one single evening this week, and haven't had the energy to deal with the house, things have gotten completely out of hand. Anders is outside trying to finish the paving stones around the edge of the house. That will be great, as it will mean he can get started on the little bathroom. (evil laugh) His to-do list, which I'm in charge of, never ends. :) Of course, mine doesn't either, so it's only fair.

circebleu posted the perfect poem about Autumn by Rainer Maria Rilke today. I love RMR!
  • Current Music
    The Stranglers—Always the Sun


Despite my promise to myself to take it easy and not do too much today, I still managed to clean up the majority of the pigsty we call home, do three loads of laundry, go grocery shopping and finish the 2004 calendars for the AWC website, plus ordered 2 Xmas presents online, so I'm feeling pretty damned accomplished.

Hadn't noticed this, but Mom warned me that Putnam is in the middle of some huge scandal involving trading violations. :( All my pension money from working 10 years in the U.S. is in Putnam mutual/IRA funds. Of course I haven't been paying any attention to it since moving to Sweden, assuming it would just sit there quietly and slowly grow. Stupid, I know, but when you have no head for anything financial or having to do with numbers, you HAVE to trust others to do their jobs. :( Will have to call my banker friends in the States and see what advice they have to offer.

I'm SO completely thrilled with the new members of the board we have this year. They are taking their commitments seriously and doing their jobs!! What a load off!

Last week my mom sent me a Good Housekeeping magazine with a post it note saying, "check out page 243." I set it aside intending to get around to it, and kept forgetting about it. Today, I picked it up at lunchtime and finally turned to see what she was talking about. Looked at a whole page of an article about autistic children, wondering, "what??" and thinking maybe someone we knew was mentioned in the article. Checked her note again and realized that I was looking at page 242, not 243. Turned back to page 243, which was a full page advertisement for Good Housekeeping's new line of flooring with the headline, "Suddenly, no amount of money seems too much to spend on a vacuum." And then suddenly realized that the woman in the picture, who is sitting on a sofa with her feet up, smiling and knitting in her very clean, fully carpeted living room is MY COUSIN BETH! WOWOW! How cool!

I'm overdosing on orange rice krispie treats. Somebody save me.
  • Current Music
    Jelly Roll—Flare for the Square