Archives for August 2008

100 Things – 11 & 12

I’ve decided to do the 100 things list one or two at a time. Since I made it through 10 things about me a few weeks ago, I’ll start at 11.

Some will be long. Some will be short. And some will be just right.

11. I wear mostly solid colors, and a lot of brown, which I got teased for a bit when I posted the above picture on Allie’s Answers for a post on clotheslines.

What’s the deal with brown? I’m not entirely sure. I used to wear a lot of black, but I’ve mellowed, maybe? I was told when I was younger that I couldn’t wear brown (because of my coloring), but I think I look good in it. It could be an act of defiance.

12. I’m a bad sleeper. I need to watch TV until I fall asleep (Scrubs, Northern Exposure, or Futurama are my preference) to get my mind out of thinking mode. I have perfected the switch the TV off right before I pass out move. The TV sometimes drives my husband crazy, but usually he’s done when his head hits the pillow anyway. He can fall asleep mid-sentence, rarely wakes up during the night, and when he’s done for the day, he’s just done and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. For me, sleep is this elusive, magical thing.

I’m writing this right now because he’s fast asleep, and I’m wide awake, but I feel bad turning the TV on, even though he probably wouldn’t notice.

Amy Tan on Creativity

I LOVE Amy Tan, and if you readAllie’s Answers, you know that I LOVE Ted Talks, so put the two together and you can pretty much guess that I was in heaven when I found a Ted Talk by Amy Tan.

When I was in high school, I read The Kitchen God’s Wife so many times that the binding of my book fell apart. And even before I had any idea that I wanted to be a writer, I secretly longed to become a part of The Rock Bottom Remainders and bang an tambourine on my ass with the likes of Amy Tan, Dave Barry, and Stephen King.

If you’re a writer, or a reader, or you have questions about the universe and “the nature of life”, you’ll love this video too. It’s a little long (23 minutes), but some of her thoughts are absolutely breathtaking. Check it out here.

Days Are Getting Shorter

When I was a kid, summers were long. Getting out of school in June left me looking at this expanse of free time that never seemed to end. There was time for camp and swimming and biking and catching frogs and going on vacation and trying on back to school clothes and chasing after the ice cream man.

I know that in relative terms, 2 months to a 9 year old is going to seem a lot longer than it will to a 31 year old, if you consider that 2 months is almost 2% of a 9 year old’s life and .5% of a 31 year old’s life, (and seriously, that is a little beyond my mathematical skills, but we can talk about that another time).

I suppose if you take into account the responsibilities of a 9 year old vs. those of a 31 year old, it adds to the explanation of summer feeling leisurely then when it doesn’t now. At nine I didn’t have repainting the mint chocolate chip green bathroom, researching the local garbage companies to see if we’re getting the best deal, paying the mortgage, cooking dinner, getting my glasses readjusted, reading that thing that I promised I’d read, replying to the e-mails I need to reply to, emptying the dehumidifier, feeding the dog, cleaning the kitty litter, or turning the compost on my to do list.

My summer to do list looked like this:

  1. Go to camp
  2. Come home from camp
  3. Climb tree
  4. Catch frog
  5. Get muddy
  6. Hide muddy clothes to avoid getting yelled at for being muddy

The list comparison and the lifetime percentages don’t fully explain the fact that I swear about 3 hours ago it was 1:30 in the afternoon, and now it’s past 11:00 at night. Today whizzed by, and I feel like I need a few extra hours. Bonus time or something. And we won’t even get into how it felt like June was last week.

Everything on my 31 year old list will get done (well, maybe not the bathroom, it’s been on the to do list for several years now), but it doesn’t leave much time for lolling around, studying blades of grass, looking for lightening bugs, or running like one of Pavlov’s dogs when I hear the ice cream man’s bell.