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Read a great book: People of the Book by Geraldine Brooks
Watched a great movie: The Fall by Tarsem Singh
Looked at a beautiful thing: Amazing paper craft castle
Laughed really hard: Regretsy (warning, some NSFW)

Friday night was the 25-year anniversary party for my company. The theme was The 80s and for weeks people have been talking about what they were going to wear, going shopping at second-hand stores and debating what does and doesn't define 80s style. You have no idea how old it made me feel. Probably like my parents did when we had 50s or 60s parties. I wasn't feeling 100% all week and was waffling about whether to go up until the last minute, partly because I really wasn't in the mood for dressing up. I happened to mention to my husband what the party theme was and he exclaimed, rather surprisingly enthusiastic, that I could wear a hockey jersey and tuck my jeans into my socks! Mmmm...okay. I never wore a hockey jersey in the 80s but apparently it was a defining outfit for high school girls in 80s movies. Whatever. I DID, however, tuck my jeans into my white socks for approximately 10 years straight, so I figured I could handle that part.

In the back of my closet, I have a ribbon hanging that is clipped full of the giant fluffly hairbows-on-barrettes that were de rigeur for anyone with long hair in the 80s. God knows why I've never gotten rid of them. Even more scary: I could wear a different one each day for TWO WEEKS. Imagine the horror! I chose the biggest and ugliest one: black with red roses. Anders found his Chicago Blackhawks jersey and I put a sage-green turtleneck under it. Also hanging in the back of the closet was a bandanna stuck full of pins. I found 3 appropriate ones from the decade, including my Class of 82 button and a huge one celebrating the Chicago Bears Superbowl XX victory in 1985. So, unlike many of the people at the party, who weren't even BORN until 1984, everything I had on was authentic.

I stayed through the dinner and entertainment, but left shortly afterwards, at 10 o'clock. Only to discover a note tucked into the driver's side window of the car that said "Check your right front tire!!"...which was flat. ARGH! Thank heavens for a colleague who, also on his way to his car, stopped to verify the impossibility of driving on the tire, and then kindly helped me change it, since I didn't even know where to start.

It was a lovely relaxing quiet weekend, after the Friday night adventures, in which I read a lot. It was raining pretty much straight for 2 days and today the winds were howling around the house and shaking it once in awhile. Because I had a flat tire on Friday night, and the spare is still on the car, I didn't go anywhere, though I had thought about a bookstore visit and sushi in town, but decided it wasn't worth the, admittedly small, risk of having lightning strike twice, so I stayed in, warm and cozy and occasionally watched the rain from the living room window and marveled at how the branches of trees can be flung so crazily about and yet return to their original position as soon as there was a break in the wind.

It seems quiet out there, as it often does on the weekend. My friend's husband started his second round of chemo on Friday night, and my thoughts are preoccupied with both selfish thoughts and complete hope that they will get through this intact. It's hard to realize that everything that happens to people we care about is still filtered through the egocentric lens of our own needs and desires. Is there any worse feeling than helplessness? Giving thanks for my own blessings and health is anathema to me when I reflect on how many people don't have the same luxury.

A conversation this weekend reaffirmed for me why I don't like to talk about religion or politics. It's not because I don't care about other people's opinions, exactly, but on some level, the one where we ALL THINK WE'RE RIGHT, I can't be bothered to defend my position or sometimes, to even explain what often seems so self-evident to me. Talk about egocentric! Mostly what I want to do, faced with that sort of situation, is to trawl my bookshelves, and pull down the relevant texts that helped form MY worldview and force the other party to read them first. But, because I am a huge believer in everyone's right to their own opinion, I usually find myself shutting up and changing the subject. I'm not an arguer, not about stuff like that. I know there are too many ways for people to view the world to think that mine is the only valid one.

Things I am really sick of: sibling squabbles, fighting for computer time, preadolescent drama
Things I really don't want to hear more about: World of Warcraft, my daughter's sense of injustice, whose turn it is to play
People I have much more sympathy for these days: My mom and dad during our teen years

The other day I mock-threatened my daughter with Mark Twain's solution to adolescence: a barrel with a hole in it. She laughed, but she doesn't really get how close the menace is some days.

It's another busy week chez lizardek: I have training and handover to do by phone, an appointment Tuesday evening, an AWC board meeting for new board members, and book group. Plus I have to have the final adjustments made to the AWC directory by the end of the week so it can go to print. But nothing tomorrow and nothing Friday (at the moment) which will hopefully help even it out.
mood: tired
music: fish tank filter, TV in the background, wind storm outside


religion and politics tend to be stressing subjects, moreso because they often feel so important I guess. Fairly often people aren't interested in listening and discussing anyway, just airing their opinions, which makes it even harder...

I agree about the "not interested in listening" part in way too many cases. It's too bad, because I do think there is a lot to be said for airing opinions and hearing different sides to all these stories. But still. No.

From Megsie

I remember pinning my jeans around my ankles, wearing big, long shirts whose tails stuck out from underneath big, long sweaters, and BIG hair. It is a wonder how we ever fit through the door way.

I also shy away from talking politics and religion. There are a few people who are respectful of other opinions (and are not far off of my opinion, usually) that I can talk about such things, but most feel so strongly that they are RIGHT that they can't listen to another point of view. I think this is the precise reason we have such a polarized society right now.

Re: From Megsie

I never pinned my jeans, I just did this tuck-and-roll-up thing...then I'd have to re-do it several times a day. :)

What cracks me up is that the kids at my childrens' school are doing something similar nowadays: tuckin their pants inside their socks and then covering the outside with rubber bands. HAA!


Yeah for sympathy - I can so relate laugh! That's what you need to do too! or try the Crazy Mom routine, that would unite them! Love, Lizardmom

I'm Crazy Mom all the time, these days :P

For some reason this post made me wish I could swing by and drink tea with you.

Your 80's outfit does sound very authentic.

And a Lizardek 101 Reader full of important texts which helped form your worldview doesn't strike me as that crazy an idea. ;)

Hang in there, chica.

You're only a hop, skip and jump away! I wish you could swing by, too. :)

You've made me think. Maybe I'll put together a list of "Lizardek Worldview-forming Reads" someday.

I refuse to talk about politics, religion or diets. These areas are all personal decisions and whatever works for the holder of the particular ideology is fine by me...just don't try and convince me that "yours" will work for "me" because it's not one-size-fits-all in any of those categories.

Until we separated the kids (one in boarding school, one at home) the computer-time conversation was a huge chunk of our evening hour. I tried every type of strategy: No computer during the school week. No computer until homework/baths/chores are done. No computer until you 'earn' the time. What an exhaustive exercise. How easy it must have been for our parents when all they had to limit was TV time.

At least I know I'm not alone with the damn computer time issues. EVERY mom I've talked to is dealing with the same thing!

"People I have much more sympathy for these days: My mom and dad during our teen years"

Honestly, I don't know how my mother survived our teenage years.

Ingrid and Anders are 4 and 8 and already fight over computer time.

It gets worse. Beware.

Thank gawd I didn't have to deal with computer time with teens!!

I only discuss politics with close friends who I know already are of like mind. It is way too personal, and as others have said, people are charged up with their own worldviews and it is usually not going to be a DIALOGUE, just a pushy monologue. Unless, with a like minded friend, one commiserates ones own view against those other nasty worldviews.. heehee...

Well, way too busy lizardek, did you purge the closet? Oh, and re: other entry/comment, Yes, purging the closet is in the same league as rearranging.

Well, I filled a bag with clothes, while IN my closet. Does that count? :D

It counts!!

I'd love a peek at the Lizardek Worldview-Forming Booklist too, though the word "worldview" gives me allergies. Did you know I used to be sent to camps where we were taught our worldview? It strikes me as a completely laughable concept now that someone can be told what they do and do not believe... but I think I'm going to shut up on the subject now before you go into shock like my husband does when I talk about my childhood. :) On another note, Regretsy is hilarious. Thanks for the link!

I was totally and completely allowed to form my own from what I read, saw, discussed. Even going to bible youth group for a couple of years in high school didn't make as much of a dent as it might have because of the rest of it.

I know a bit about your upbringing from what you've revealed in your writing and it scares me silly...I don't know how you a) survived b) turned out as amazingly cool as you did, considering. Mindboggling.

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