Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Off the bench

It has certainly been a while since I have last find the time to post. What has happened you ask? Maybe I am having post election traumatic stress syndrome, or stock market manic depression, or gas price fall out schizophrenia. Its certainly got to be some sort of psychological disorder to keep Mara from sleeping and writing.

The sleeping thing. Anyone who knows me knows I am a champion sleeper. It is my greatest gift. Now, granted, it must be in a proper bed. I am not the kind of person who can just nodd of on a plane, train or automobile. But, give me a bed and I can show you some sleep. But lately, sleep has been eluding me somewhat. Not in any way comparable to those who actually suffer from insomnia.. but lets just say, it's not as easy as it used to be. Is this a sign that I am getting older? I am thinking particularly about how old men can't sleep past 5am. Am I destined to do the same?

Now, there is quite a bit going on. As referenced above, on the macro level we've got all the headlines of doom and gloom that you can't seem to escape. But, it is the micro level that really matters. This week alone I've heard of 3 people I know of who have lost their jobs. We are in the midst of Erik's interview process for a job that is not located here. As a result, there are all sorts of thoughts of moving, trying to sell our house (do we even have ANY equity?), buying a house (could we get a loan?), the list goes on. And whereas, before January 28, 2008 I was moderately foot loose and fancy free, add a baby in the mix and you've got a whole new level of worries.

Ok, so the sleep thing.

And the writing thing? When I don't write it is usually because there is something going on that I don't want to acknowledge. My recent silence may be on some level my "waiting in the wings" to see how this all shakes out. I am a firm believer that we will end up where we are meant to be. We always do. The worry won't effect the outcome, so why do it? The not writing therefore, is just my way of sitting on the bench. Watching the game. Waiting to be subsituted in.

With visits from Bren, impromptu trips to WI and turkey day looming, it is quite a game. This is me, getting off the bench, and back into the game.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Every day love

Random thought of the day:

At one point in my life, I feared that bringing the everydayness to a relationship would be the death of it. Every day needed to be an experience, a celebration. Every feeling heightened by adventure, newness and surprise. I've learned that the real work happens in the comfort of routine. When the conversations have been had, the touch is the same, the nerves are dull from constant abrasion, that is where true companionship lives. Every day love is loving on days when you can hardly muster the energy to love your coffee. Today might be considered one of those lovely days.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Election Eve

Twas the night before voting and all through the house...
Not a brain cell was stiring not even an ounce.
The baby was snug in bed with her spikey hair
In hopes that the results might turn out fair.

When what should my wondering eye should appear?
A political forward with rationale so clear..
That despite my desire to author a serious and original ditty
the fact this is ending helps make me feel giddy.

Taxes, welfare, diversity and gaffes
Even discussion of whose going to be on the staff
Socialism is the definition of radical left wing
and its promise is shining as bright as Beyonce's bling.

McCain was a POW in a prison camp for a time
Longer than Obama was working for the DC dime.
2 years in the Senate and 2 years on the trail
Versus a life long commitment to not letting America fail.

The Dow Jones and NASDAQ plummeted taking our accounts down
the credit markets froze and Barney Frank looked like a clown.
The bailout package was a bomb that hit like 9/11
that kept Americans up at night, nervous 24/7.

Obama happened upon Joe the Plumber one day
And answered a question in an unscripted way
Spreading the wealth is the heart of the matter
And his true nature is clear, he really is a mad hatter.

So, my message is to those mavericks who have yet to decide
Its time to line up, left or right, side by side
Its our civic duty to cast our lot
And make sure our country doesn't go to pot.