this morning, for the first time in the history of ever, i persuaded this old bag of bones to get up at the crack of insane for a run before sunrise. the beautiful thing about exercise at this hour is the whole lack of sun, which comes off as lovely as running in perpetual shade.
(i just wish sunrise wouldn't happen so early; we ought maybe to delay it till nine o'clock or so.) (okay, yes, i'm hearing you, i can always move to greenland if i'd like to mush my dogs around the block in the dark at 9am for half the year. that's most helpful.)
the sky was a mélange of smeared clouds and haze and leftover storm, with a hearty chunk of moon suspended just over my shoulder. and the oddest thing is, once i was out there--just my five o'clock self and the pavement and this orbiting lunar rock--i was inexorably happy i'd propped myself up on one elbow instead of pulling the sheets to my chin again in response to that pivotal question: wouldn't it be grand to sleep another ninety minutes? because the answer is sure. but nowhere near as grand as this.
more firsts:
::thinking to myself, less than half-way through, that this was going too fast and that i wish my day's commitments allowed me the flexibility to go longer (note that under all other circumstances and possibly this one as well, the word fast should never show its face in a post about me jogging, unless firmly tethered to the phrase not at all).
::having the sidewalks, the streets, the entire city to myself.
::witnessing the wonder of a brightening sky and thinking that 364 out of 365 days of the year i fully get the siren call of sleep, but on this particular morning? i cannot fathom the draw.
11 July 2009
09 July 2009
bits and pieces.
1. the other day i caught a fragment of conversation between my offspring, em explaining to elle why she couldn’t marry him someday. i wish i could remember the specifics so i could embellish them here, but as i have not yet stooped to entire fabrication, we shall have to leave that exchange largely unrecorded. alas.
2. i often prefer british spellings over american, namely theatre, grey, and any word using an s instead of a z. s’s are more wholesome somehow, rounder and softer, while the american z comes off angled and sleazy. yes, i know. i take neurotic to new heights.
3. i finally got around to photographing a skirt i meant to share with y'all many moons ago. the nice thing about slowing down with the sewing biz is that my own kid actually gets clothed. she's thrilled.
4. mothering is irony in motion. what mother can't attest to shooing the kids outside for a moment's peace, only to spend the next twenty-five minutes keeping vigil from the kitchen sink window, smiling and occasionally hollering long-distance directives ("put that stick down NOW, do you WANT to impale your brother?").
5. my madre is celebrating a birthday today. i will not report her age, but i shall tell you that after all these years she has taken up jogging for the first time ever. i love how someone you know to their bones still has the ability to surprise you every now and then. rock on, mom.
2. i often prefer british spellings over american, namely theatre, grey, and any word using an s instead of a z. s’s are more wholesome somehow, rounder and softer, while the american z comes off angled and sleazy. yes, i know. i take neurotic to new heights.
3. i finally got around to photographing a skirt i meant to share with y'all many moons ago. the nice thing about slowing down with the sewing biz is that my own kid actually gets clothed. she's thrilled.
4. mothering is irony in motion. what mother can't attest to shooing the kids outside for a moment's peace, only to spend the next twenty-five minutes keeping vigil from the kitchen sink window, smiling and occasionally hollering long-distance directives ("put that stick down NOW, do you WANT to impale your brother?").
5. my madre is celebrating a birthday today. i will not report her age, but i shall tell you that after all these years she has taken up jogging for the first time ever. i love how someone you know to their bones still has the ability to surprise you every now and then. rock on, mom.
08 July 2009
romeo wouldn't change his mind.
**SPOILER WARNING: the following post contains info gleaned from NEW MOON, the novel, so if you are patiently awaiting the movie and desire to know nothing from the book which might ruin your theatre experience, please go eat a crumpet and come back to this post sometime after november 20th.**
so i'm not a frenzied fan of meyer's NEW MOON. in fact, i can't seem to muster enough personal enthusiasm to be even a sluggish fan. i do, however, enjoy stephenie's brand of dry, ironic humor, so it should come as no surprise that in spite of my general distaste for this installment of edward + bella (which is actually more like edward + bella - edward + sometimesjacob), i still crack a smile at the pithy one-liners.
fave quotes from NEW MOON
Alice: How strongly are you opposed to grand theft auto?
Bella: Even the voice in my head was making no sense today.
Edward: Bella, the last real birthday any of us had was Emmett in 1935. Cut us a little slack, and don’t be too difficult tonight. They’re all very excited.
Bella: Reckless in Forks—now there was a hopeless proposition.
Jacob: Here’s to responsibility. Twice a week.
Bella: Jacob, you are absolutely, without a doubt, the most talented and wonderful person I know. You get ten years for this one.
Bella: I’m an easy bleeder. It’s not nearly as dire as it looks.
Bella: Was I dying again, then? I didn’t like it--this wasn’t as good as the last time.
Jacob: Look, do you mind saving the stupid stuff for when I’m around? I won’t be able to concentrate if I think you’re jumping off cliffs behind my back.
Bella: Romeo wouldn’t change his mind. That’s why people still remembered his name, always twined with hers: Romeo and Juliet. That’s why it was a good story. “Juliet gets dumped and ends up with Paris” would have never been a hit.
Alice: Trust me, Bella. If anyone sets up a roadblock, it will be behind us.
Alice: Try not to trip. We don’t have time for a concussion today.
Bella: I’d forgotten that I had access to a toothbrush. It brightened my outlook considerably.
Bella: His irises were pitch-black, with bruise-like shadows under them. This surprised me; my hallucinatory Edwards were usually better fed.
Edward: You should probably know that I’m breaking the rules right now. Well, not technically, since he said I was never to walk through his door again, and I came in the window… But, still, the intent was clear.
Edward: Well, I’m nearly a hundred and ten. It’s time I settled down.
ps so good news! now that i've just gathered all the redeemable parts of the book into one post, you don't even need to see the movie. i've just saved you like $7.50 plus a box of junior mints.
so i'm not a frenzied fan of meyer's NEW MOON. in fact, i can't seem to muster enough personal enthusiasm to be even a sluggish fan. i do, however, enjoy stephenie's brand of dry, ironic humor, so it should come as no surprise that in spite of my general distaste for this installment of edward + bella (which is actually more like edward + bella - edward + sometimesjacob), i still crack a smile at the pithy one-liners.
fave quotes from NEW MOON
Alice: How strongly are you opposed to grand theft auto?
Bella: Even the voice in my head was making no sense today.
Edward: Bella, the last real birthday any of us had was Emmett in 1935. Cut us a little slack, and don’t be too difficult tonight. They’re all very excited.
Bella: Reckless in Forks—now there was a hopeless proposition.
Jacob: Here’s to responsibility. Twice a week.
Bella: Jacob, you are absolutely, without a doubt, the most talented and wonderful person I know. You get ten years for this one.
Bella: I’m an easy bleeder. It’s not nearly as dire as it looks.
Bella: Was I dying again, then? I didn’t like it--this wasn’t as good as the last time.
Jacob: Look, do you mind saving the stupid stuff for when I’m around? I won’t be able to concentrate if I think you’re jumping off cliffs behind my back.
Bella: Romeo wouldn’t change his mind. That’s why people still remembered his name, always twined with hers: Romeo and Juliet. That’s why it was a good story. “Juliet gets dumped and ends up with Paris” would have never been a hit.
Alice: Trust me, Bella. If anyone sets up a roadblock, it will be behind us.
Alice: Try not to trip. We don’t have time for a concussion today.
Bella: I’d forgotten that I had access to a toothbrush. It brightened my outlook considerably.
Bella: His irises were pitch-black, with bruise-like shadows under them. This surprised me; my hallucinatory Edwards were usually better fed.
Edward: You should probably know that I’m breaking the rules right now. Well, not technically, since he said I was never to walk through his door again, and I came in the window… But, still, the intent was clear.
Edward: Well, I’m nearly a hundred and ten. It’s time I settled down.
ps so good news! now that i've just gathered all the redeemable parts of the book into one post, you don't even need to see the movie. i've just saved you like $7.50 plus a box of junior mints.
06 July 2009
more with the quilting fiendishness.
so i've finished my seventy 9-patch blocks for the crazy mom quilts one-a-day quilt-along. phew.
in theory, a one-a-day quilt is sheer genius. you sew for five minutes a day, and before long you have enough blocks for a whole quilt, lookie there. the reality, though, is far from inspired: start three weeks late, miss ten days in the middle whilst out of town, and (due largely to an absence of the gene allowing one to not meet a known deadline) end up piecing the last nineteen blocks on saturday. methinks this plan leaves something to be desired.
nevertheless. i'm done.
(i will show you more of the blocks at some point, but as we are leaving for a camping expedition during which i'd prefer to change my clothing on a daily basis, i'd best get packing.) toodles.
in theory, a one-a-day quilt is sheer genius. you sew for five minutes a day, and before long you have enough blocks for a whole quilt, lookie there. the reality, though, is far from inspired: start three weeks late, miss ten days in the middle whilst out of town, and (due largely to an absence of the gene allowing one to not meet a known deadline) end up piecing the last nineteen blocks on saturday. methinks this plan leaves something to be desired.
nevertheless. i'm done.
(i will show you more of the blocks at some point, but as we are leaving for a camping expedition during which i'd prefer to change my clothing on a daily basis, i'd best get packing.) toodles.
04 July 2009
happy fourth.
History does not teach fatalism. There are moments when the will of a handful of free men breaks through determinism and opens up new roads. ~Charles de Gaulle
01 July 2009
why i'm partial to my brothers.
nate can affect just about any accent out there, a talent which renders me strangely proud. you'd think i'd instead choose to be proud of, oh, maybe his natural ascendancy in flight school, but here's the thing: while i do not doubt that he is a phenomenal pilot (given that he is overarchingly Good At All Things), i like for my pilots to be anonymous entities. as opposed to, let's say, the entity who used to tell me to hold still so he could see how many knuckle punches administered in precisely the same spot on my arm were required to produce a visible bruise.
still. amazing with the accents.
noel has the bestest sense of humor, mostly because it is an exact replica of mine, which upon reflection is probably more eccentricity than ought to be unleashed on the general public at one time. we ought really to have been alive in separate eras (dibs on the seventeenth century). i have fond recollections of long car trips (clarification for anyone who did not grow up on a small island: long car trip means forty minutes, tops), the nonstop banter and singing pretty much rendering the ride indistinguishable from forty minutes of Last Comic Standing. except that we were sitting. with seat belts buckled. and the jokes were clean and we weren't on tv and also nobody with a healthy grip on reality was laughing. but other than that, it was EXACTLY THE SAME.
these here are the guys:
and also me being all 'froed out on the left because hey. someone had to sport the 80's poodle perm. it's cool, i've got it.
still. amazing with the accents.
noel has the bestest sense of humor, mostly because it is an exact replica of mine, which upon reflection is probably more eccentricity than ought to be unleashed on the general public at one time. we ought really to have been alive in separate eras (dibs on the seventeenth century). i have fond recollections of long car trips (clarification for anyone who did not grow up on a small island: long car trip means forty minutes, tops), the nonstop banter and singing pretty much rendering the ride indistinguishable from forty minutes of Last Comic Standing. except that we were sitting. with seat belts buckled. and the jokes were clean and we weren't on tv and also nobody with a healthy grip on reality was laughing. but other than that, it was EXACTLY THE SAME.
these here are the guys:
and also me being all 'froed out on the left because hey. someone had to sport the 80's poodle perm. it's cool, i've got it.
29 June 2009
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