tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50858536378355341962024-03-14T00:57:01.295-06:00elf in selfsistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.comBlogger309125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-74703077748517096052012-11-28T09:29:00.000-07:002012-11-28T09:29:30.537-07:00bring it
yup, i think i might be letting the blog fade away. sorry folks! i'm just loving my other forms of writing and expression much more than this.
the dumpling is healthy and happy, the queen and i are surviving, the snow is falling on our little abode and all is reasonably well.
i've been taking care of our niece for the past little while, and it's nice to have some extra money as well as one sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-361106579337141502012-10-27T09:30:00.000-06:002012-10-27T09:30:15.218-06:00bacon, no witticisms
you know why i blog less now? it isn't just because i'm a mother of a toddler. it's because when i think of clever things, i'm too tired to write them down, and when i go to blog, my kid drives all the clever things out of my brain.
like just now, i sat down, and then got distracted by the dumpling looking for plastic balls to put in her little cup. we found them in the bucket of current sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-31039232593391421452012-10-05T15:20:00.000-06:002012-10-05T15:20:24.960-06:00tidbits
listen to annette hanshaw!
or if you prefer radio, listen to ckua. sometimes it gets too folky for me, but we often listen to the classical show in the evenings, and it helps the dumpling wind down for bed. the other night though, they were playing tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture, and she got riled up. there was banging, climbing, giggling and some serious dancing.
her dancing is mostly from a sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-61169737791735644682012-09-28T20:42:00.000-06:002012-09-28T20:42:03.499-06:00feeling rough?
people have been feeling edgy. edge-y.
the good news is that it will pass. the bad news is that it probably won't pass fast enough. the real news is you don't give a shit about later, because now is hard.
i can't tell you anything you can't refute, even if i am right. that's how powerful our emotions can be. that's how we convince ourselves all kinds of things are true.
look around, you thinksistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-33042755007806217202012-09-20T13:13:00.001-06:002012-09-20T13:13:42.269-06:00procrastination post
hello! i should be doing stupid computer printing work right now, so i thought i would update 18 strangers on my life instead.
the dumpling has been happily toddling around and screaming "nooo!" about all kinds of things, like not being able to play with the entire contents of our household while covered in tomato sauce, or having to wait 2.3 seconds for anything. parents these days, eh?
the sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-40012620653119658432012-09-13T23:56:00.002-06:002012-09-13T23:56:21.283-06:00circles
i've been collecting broken pottery and dishes, and i've discovered some lovely mosaics. i started browsing online to see what i could cover with the shards. i ended up convinced i need safety glasses and "tile nips", and dreaming about all kinds of decorated surfaces... steps toward the hot springs, etc.
i think i actually will make a stepping stone. find the cement shape, maybe at asistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-23772868503242486732012-09-03T12:51:00.000-06:002012-09-03T12:51:18.571-06:00"garby! garby!"
infrequent blog posting!
things have been really lovely. the home front is rich and fulfilling; the queen works on the bus, i do some sewing, the dumpling finds tiny crumbs and fluff on the floor and brings them over to me, proclaiming that she has found "garby", and watches me put them carefully in the garbage can. she in also quite interested in modes of transportation, and can be found sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-21759913823917792542012-08-17T21:11:00.000-06:002012-08-17T21:11:05.268-06:00off to the chem lab
well, the stuff that had me occupied in the previous entry kept me busy for a while. eventually i expressed myself enough (often in the form of complaining, though there was some observation and confusion as well) and to the right people (this was the key bit, i think) and 'processed' it. i now strongly dislike that term.
my favourite quotes from friends include: "good ruckus turned to dark sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-44847141851091490452012-07-31T19:50:00.000-06:002012-07-31T19:50:12.234-06:00don't diss the beige
holy crap!
went to a nice little festival, and it was two thirds a nice little festival and one third a total shit show. and which third do i carry home in my tummy, roiling around like a wounded weasel? that's right.
fortunately (for me) none of the (i'm going to use other people's words here, since it was their shizzle) 'intensity', 'drama', 'heartbreak' or 'unresolved anger' was mine. sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-6645013206985957482012-07-17T19:49:00.001-06:002012-07-17T19:49:59.106-06:00daily meanderings
hey hey!
we've been experiencing the epic heat wave that's been going around, but we just received 24 hours of sweet, sweet rain. now it's humid again, but my spirits have been lifted.
speaking of lifting spirits, a friend came to visit with her two kids this past weekend and we had tons of fun and some tiredness. her children are 2.5 and 0.9, so there was much peeing and spreading food aroundsistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-23793981435002098242012-06-28T21:58:00.000-06:002012-06-28T21:58:20.700-06:00and then there was the end of my day
ah, the inevitable low-down. hello, bummedness! it hasn't been long enough.
today i watched miss marple and ate. good food! spinach salad, tomato beef stew with pasta, rice crackers with almond butter and tiny pickles, apples, mandarin oranges, toast with avocado (and toast with cream cheese, and toast with red pepper spread).... and then there were the gluten-free cupcakes - chocolate of sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-4235856821665680052012-06-26T17:39:00.001-06:002012-06-26T17:39:16.906-06:00mosquito bites on my sunburn!
listening to the american analog set whilst the dumpling naps.
we got home from a wonderful fair last night, and pretty much slept in the doorway. picking up the dumpling from my parents' was a lovely moment. she had clearly enjoyed herself but still needed to touch us a lot. i told her i concurred completely.
i did accomplish all i set out to do!
- wander off
- get drunk in the middle of thesistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-23807871843645828642012-06-19T18:47:00.000-06:002012-06-19T18:47:24.278-06:00i know where my towel is
just in case you were wondering, it's still hella windy here. the wind blew in clouds, and then blew them around, after which it rained. then the wind blew the clouds away, so now it's sunny and windy. repeat. (it makes the trees look like they are freaking out.)
the wife came to visit! she is so unwife-like - it looks good on her. that's what happens when you quit cohabitating i guess. your sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-26942033671685838872012-06-11T15:30:00.000-06:002012-06-11T15:30:04.759-06:00mondays are always weird
the weekend has been deemed successful.
we spent friday night out at the farm with our sweet lady hank. it rained all night and the sound of rain on a school bus roof is fantastic, let me tell you. so much so, we got a late start to the city, and showed up to the three-year-old's birthday after the clouds had rolled in, so no swimming for the dumpling. she did get to play in the purplesand box sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-34934648012235326692012-06-07T23:32:00.000-06:002012-06-07T23:32:49.196-06:00random
check out this neat publication i found on the internet regarding depression, written by some folks at the university of coimbra, portugal. they worked with ninety people, "patients suffering from depressive symptoms and/or that find compassion difficult or scary." i love it. compassion can be terrifying.
"For people suffering from depressive symptoms, having been shamed by an sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-53949059742520650002012-06-06T15:58:00.000-06:002012-06-06T15:58:26.243-06:00strange winds
the weather has been really wild here lately. i fucking love weather; how we cannot predict it, how quickly it changes in alberta and how fabulous it makes me feel. last night's thunderstorm was so loud i actually worried about trees falling on our house. the windstorm earlier in the week was also epic (how do the clouds fall into those shapes?), and now that the wind has blown away the mist sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-72616055210194862062012-06-01T21:37:00.001-06:002012-06-01T21:37:52.759-06:00posting!
june! hammocks, dandelions, bees, long sunsets, longer days, lousy albertan beaches.
my to-do list today included:
lay in hammock;
go to playground;
get eggs from liquor store;
have awesome bath;
wax legs;
mow lawn.
so far, i've done the legs, the eggs and the playground. that's how mellow it is.
i'm probably not even going to finish this blog entry.
sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-59737005666257877752012-05-27T15:39:00.000-06:002012-05-27T15:39:00.346-06:00tough times, still sweet
spent the weekend out at the bus in the woods. even though it was kind of crappy in a way, it still rocked. camping is like that.
the dumpling is cracking out yet another tooth, which makes her very sad and prone to cold or crispy foods. the queen put up the solar panels to charge hank's extra battery, which when we live full-time in hank will power our computers, coffee grinder, etc. yay solarsistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-70205242911065605182012-05-25T00:14:00.001-06:002012-05-25T09:57:36.628-06:00abiding
i'm enjoying the first rush of dudeism.
my favourite quote so far is from an article called "dudeism for chicks":
this is the great lesson of the big lebowski;
all of us have parts that are broken
and some of us are sociopaths.
awesome. that kind of sums it up right there. sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-17054662678710064772012-05-23T19:26:00.001-06:002012-05-23T19:26:39.410-06:00merlot and the rain
we did our weekend at the farm: in the woods, with hank and the awesomes and chaos (who only broke his own banjo this time). chaos' sister was there too, and i finally have a name for her. she is the river. she calls me the rock, so it really works.
a few other people came through, and there were only minor burns and bruises. the dumpling evolved her techniques of eating and being cute. we saw sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-82275176606653300022012-05-17T21:48:00.001-06:002012-05-17T21:48:28.614-06:00anger, yours and mine
i need to figure out my stuff around holding onto other people's emotions.
specifically, anger and frustration. for some reason, these emotions were taboo in the household growing up. so when people raised their voices, it was a seriously bad deal.
now that i think of it, i wonder if actually, i made it a bad deal. maybe other people in my household just raised their voices, felt frustrated sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-11724603477749593182012-05-16T00:50:00.001-06:002012-05-16T00:50:49.319-06:00garbled
i have two letters planned, and i find myself lurking on social websites instead. had a chat with a friend in another province who didn't make it in to the memorial. i seem to be connecting more with people who are further away.
sometimes down time lends itself to good. other times, just cute things and weird stuff, but not real process.
a new day now. trying to put my grief into action. sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-5537560298016446772012-05-09T23:57:00.001-06:002012-05-09T23:57:49.573-06:00...
my friend committed suicide monday night.
i had known her for about ten years. she gave good hugs. we shared long ones. she danced. brighid and i stayed with her when we went up to the city last winter. before that, i hadn't seen her since the summer, at a festival. she sat in hank with her cute blonde friend, and we all chatted.
when i stayed with her at her hobbit cottage, we sat up late onesistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-26412983951449864052012-05-07T21:23:00.001-06:002012-05-07T21:23:39.161-06:00pretty much a waste of your time
i'm really blogging so that you will go look at this hilarious site. cream cheese as deodorant. thank you. i needed that moment in my day.
the dumpling enjoys her socks. when she sees me bring out the socks, she puts her feet out for me to put them on. she then pulls them off, dangles them over her feet, waits for them to reassemble... today she pulled purple socks off while on the potty, sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085853637835534196.post-19119032344436656422012-05-01T13:52:00.001-06:002012-05-01T13:52:43.360-06:00things that make me happy
it's grey again, but i had my one cup of coffee, and now i'm drinking twig tea. i listened to some nice piano recital music today. some good chopin. patient, happy music. makes the weather its bitch, if you will.
the dumpling says "baby" now, and coos when she sees baby faces in books. she also cheerfully greets her own reflection in things like the dryer and the overflow drain in the bathtub. sistasagehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01063405753195572799noreply@blogger.com0