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Before the catch

Resolutions have no weight until they become the new habit. I’d like some new habits or recycled habits. The gym was a good habit for a while. That would be a good one. My left butt cheek has been behaving badly for about two months. Time to whip that back into shape so I can do Fosse-esque walks (when no one is looking).

Habits suffer from their own inertia. (I imagine my left butt cheek giving me attitude).

Habits of the day - the waking of the boys, the feeding of the tribe; habits of the mind - that washing dishes is a chore, that it (any it) can wait until tomorrow; habits of the heart - oh! the head monkey chorus…

That was it. Nothing too deep. We’re like cartoon characters who rev up in place, legs a whirling blur, not going anywhere until something catches.

Posted 12/30/2008
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for your entertainment

A straight up dance number featuring Gwen Verdon on the Ed Sullivan show overdubbed with (I think) Andre 3000.

Fosse is still current and hip hop owes his some.

Posted 12/25/2008
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A quiet spot Christmas morning

We open our gifts at midnight.

Benny just walked by saying, “I do glow in the dark.” He is currently sporting footy pajamas in forest green with dinosaurs (that glow in the dark). I am guessing he just finished conducting footy-pajama-glow-in-the-dark experiments.

So I was saying…

We open our gifts at midnight.

Nowadays the getting isn’t the focus as much as it is the giving. I got great gifts, it is true. I got more of a rush from the ecstatic thank yous. Beau is wearing what I gave him. Benny was rocking the shirt I gave him last night. Gabriel is playing the Lego Batman game. He woke up asking if he could play.

Steeping some tea. Sitting in the sun.

The non-pagans are at church. When they get back we’ll eat more food and play more games. It’s been a great Christmas from the moment we arrived here, and will be until we dribble out.

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Posted 12/25/2008
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dive drive

There’s a diner called “Jim’s” on the corner of Winton and Atlantic (actually just past Atlantic going North). It’s on the left. Sort of a pale green house with a white sign on top of it in script that says—well, J i m ’ s. It’s been there forever, sandwiched next to the gas station and in front of Bill and Earl’s garage.

You go in and if the line isn’t spilling out, you’ll see just one long room, counter space to the left. Actually, I like sitting at the counter, because then you can watch the cooks go at it. Above the counter are racks of mugs hanging. If you wanted to, you could park your own mug and ask for it when you come there. I like their heavy porcelain mugs. Nice thick things that once filled never seem to quite empty. Last time I was there we sat at the counter, chatted with the folks on either side of us, and listened to the cooks sing. I liked the waitress that day. Everyone was, “honey”.

Breakfast is cheap. That’s all they serve from 6AM to 1PM every day. Cash only please. There is a slip of paper with the hand written in marker title “Wall of Shame” with a bunch of names. That’s for all the people who didn’t know it was cash only or found that the ATM was broken. It’s a low tech solution. Judging by the number of names that are crossed out on it, it seems to work well enough.

Today I had a broccoli, bacon, onion and swiss omelet, hash browns and toast for 4.95. I also had the cinnamon raisin french toast for 2.95 because I could.

So that was this morning. It was worth hazarding the traffic advisory and fish-tailing up Winton road and having to park at the Top’s and walk the half block to get there.

Posted 12/22/2008
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human too

“I’ve read your blog,” a student says during mid-class wise crackings. He follows with a smile, ” We know you’re human.”

And that’s okay by me. I forget that it’s all out there. In the end, it is okay to be fallible; to be a mother; a daughter; a would-be lover; a drinker of coffee; and all those other things. They don’t hold it against me, and maybe makes me less an alien being. It’s not bad.

Posted 12/20/2008
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an upward arc

Keeping under the radar.

It’s been an up and down all around kind of month. Good students, good friends. The dating thing…very up and down.

How many times do we fall in love? It catches us by surprise every time. Whether or not it lasts or is deep or is anything more than that moment, it happens. So it will again.

So I hope when I am up.

Posted 12/19/2008
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social network ap needed

I am thinking the Rosal Clan needs a picture based family tree - where you can zoom in on any family unit - and roll over an image for contact information - and it’s color coded so lineage is easily traceable - that allows for exes and branches to other family trees - that varying levels of privacy can be set by each family member - and messaging by generation or click selections - and sortable by the ones you talk to and the ones you don’t.

The Oyzon clan too for that matter.

Heck, all large extended families do.

Someone get on that, please.

*P.S. For the mac and able to publish to the web.
There.

Posted 12/17/2008
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it’s trying to tell me something

but the antennae are whack.

In the last two weeks six people have befriended me on facebook whose average relationship to me in the past is over twenty years. I think it started with Chuck.

I go forward and sweep away the tracks I make as I go. Even those left here in writing are cleansed. It’s part of that filter. There’s something of the message in there in that action and maybe a negation of it.

Posted 12/13/2008
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traveling to the moment

Binge reading.

I finished The Time Traveler’s Wife at 5:30 this morning. Groggy and time warped. Apropos the book.

Thinking about running my hands along the flat of a torso. Hearing Shange

whatever good there is to get
get it & feel good
whatever good there is to get
get it & feel good
get it & feel good

(Note to self: pick up a book of her poetry. I can hear it in my head, but don’t remember it all)

As much as worry about the future and whether or not love lasts, today I remember that it is best to savor what sweetness is now.

Posted 12/04/2008
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not too shabby after all

So, once again, I forget that it is better for both my body and head to hit the gym.

I’m on day two of two. Not bad. I’ll take what strokes I can.

So there were lots of pretty young things around me whose bodies are clearly more ideal than my own. They used letters in their sentences like “OMG!” and “BFF”.
They used them in sentences.
Their voices trailed up at the end like questions.

Pretty, strong, young and oh so tentative.

I’ve decided, given my druthers, it is better to be 46 and a bit round with a better vocabulary. The body will come back; the trepidations of my twenties will not. Hooray.

Posted 12/03/2008
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