maundering

13 articles tagged as maundering

Like everyone else who dares to have a credit card and an internet connection, I receive tons of ads in my email. Most of them I ignore because I am not actively shopping for anything in that area – the Frederick’s is annoying because I bought one…count it, one…corset to get me through until I make my own historically accurate under pinnings and I keep getting barraged by emails that can only be called …

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I think that life is about wanting what we cannot have. (That is not, point of fact, the meaning of life…no one knows that.) We want what we cannot or should not have, yet we hope for it, long for it anyway. Maybe that is ingrained in our natures, maybe that’s what keeps us going forward. (PS — the song in my head right now is “Everything will be Alright” by The Killers. So …

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Wow. It’s odd, the things you don’t know you’re carrying around, the little weights around your heart. Guilts, regrets…I threw one away today, one I didn’t want to realize I was carrying. Today I saw a video on Facebook of my ex-husband and his new lady. One of our mutual friends commented on it, which made it show up on my page. They looked wonderful together…just having fun and playing. I watched at work…with …

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So, I am all ready.  I think. Plenty of clothes.  Enough food.  I look at the stack of stuff I’ve packed, this of what my father said about “light packing makes for a light heart”, feel like I’ve messed up, go through my stuff again, realize that I’ve packed about as tightly as a fencing, middle eastern dancing, wants to be prepared for all eventualities in a reasonable manner female can do.  Tomorrow, on …

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Do you ever have those days when you just don’t know what to do with yourself? I feel like I’m spinning my wheels a bit. I’ve been having troubles getting into any particular book, and I want, desperately, to finish something. I first drafted “Grey lady” and am now writing another short story, about a young woman named Aziza who is a “bell witch”…she walks through her village at night, the bells she wears …

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So, about five minutes after I got home today from work, the power went out…again.  It had gone out Saturday (I’d spent most of my day planting, and I came in to wash up, and the power was out again…which is why I didn’t get to attend the International Student Dinner this year.  🙁  ) and both times it was because a tree had gone down somewhere. I wish we could bury our power …

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