O For a Muse of Fire

I am a widow/mother/daughter/sister/aunt/woman in California. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed. Sometimes I feel calm. Both feelings are because I am a widow/mother/daughter/sister/aunt/woman in California.

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Tuesday, March 07, 2006

more stuff today

It's been raining on and off all day--my favorite kind of day to stay in bed. I napped in the morning then surfed most of the rest of the day on my laptop. Surfing the web is sort of like when I was a teenager and would watch MTV--"maybe the next video will be a good one." But now it's, "Maybe the next website will be a good one, one that entertains and fulfills." I'm left usually feeling like I've just eaten a chocolate kiss. That is, it's fleetingly delicious, but lastingly empty. If lastingly is not a word, it should be.

Anyway, at the end of the day, I've read a lot of blogs, looked at a lot of news, listened to a lot of rain, but not accomplished much, which only feeds the guilt/shame monster that is always hungry. I know I'll try to justify today's slothiness by saying I deserve it once in a while or my sinuses did bother me a lot and rest was good or I'll work twice as hard tomorrow, but we all know it's just talk.

So the phone just rang and I committed to subbing for a kindergarten teacher for 8 consecutive Fridays. Aargh. Kindergarten! But after whining for a paragraph about how slothy I am, I couldn't very well turn down paid work, could I?

This post took a completely different direction than I had intended. I had intended to write about how much I learn about my husband and son by reading their blogs and how I hold my nose and check my son's history on Safari to see where he's been surfing to make sure he's not being brainwashed by cult sites or at the very least porn. However, it all took a turn to me, me, me. We'll see how tomorrow shapes up.

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