That's right. I was laid low by the bug. For twenty-four hours I didn't eat, I was racked with fever, and I slept (and a few other things that don't belong in a refined blog such as this). But the throes of illness are over, and I'm weak but fine, even if I can never eat sunflower seeds, frozen thin crust pizza and artichoke hearts again.
Have you ever noticed while in the delusions of illness, your thoughts are strange. I tried to watch a movie (Made of Honor, in case you are interested) and every time I tilted my head the story made no sense. I had to watch it sitting straight up and focusing. This is not a comment on the movie itself, but on the way my head was working. The movie made perfect sense when my head was straight. So I started pondering about the way we view our world and the skewed images we get of things. Not the best subject to dwell upon when you have a fever of 103.
Luckily, I slept again and all I can remember is having the thoughts, but not the thoughts themselves. Or maybe not so lucky. Who knows what profundity has been lost to the generations because I didn't have the presence of mind to jot my thoughts down as I was having them. Of course, I don't think I could have grasped a pen at that point.
--Gabi
Books I'm reading now:
My Rita entries (to judge)...four down four to go and I'm still not telling you the titles.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Winter
It's cold. Not so much for me as the rest of the country, but it's still cold. My daughters are off in Massachusetts and Georgia. One picked MA because she liked winter (OK, that wasn't the only criterion for her college choice) and the other picked GA because she didn't. I called both of them to see how they're liking the weather. One is loving the 3 degrees Fahrenheit because she now has a coat that keeps her warm (Don't get me started. We told her that she needed a coat, but she waited until she came home for Winter break when we could get her one for Christmas), and the other is complaining , although she got a coat as well, about the 30 degrees that Atlanta has been suffering.
I don't mean to make light of the cold. People are hurting out there, but I've never been a fan of winter. Oh, I thought that perhaps I could enjoy winters (I went through several in Illinois, New York, and Colorado in my life), but the best part of winter for me has always been sitting inside where it's warm and drinking hot chocolate. I could never understand paying tons of money to strap slats onto one's feet and brave snow covered slopes (Not to mention going too fast, but that's another issue entirely). Of course, it easily could be that I'm the crazy one.
So this winter I'm dreaming of sun soaked beaches, islands surrounded by blue water, and warmth. I don't have that either. More's the pity. And we won't even discuss how I find scuba diving and snorkeling safe as opposed to skiing.
Stay warm,
--Gabi
Books I'm reading now:
The Seduction of the Crimson Rose by Lauren Willig
My RITA books...all seven of them
I don't mean to make light of the cold. People are hurting out there, but I've never been a fan of winter. Oh, I thought that perhaps I could enjoy winters (I went through several in Illinois, New York, and Colorado in my life), but the best part of winter for me has always been sitting inside where it's warm and drinking hot chocolate. I could never understand paying tons of money to strap slats onto one's feet and brave snow covered slopes (Not to mention going too fast, but that's another issue entirely). Of course, it easily could be that I'm the crazy one.
So this winter I'm dreaming of sun soaked beaches, islands surrounded by blue water, and warmth. I don't have that either. More's the pity. And we won't even discuss how I find scuba diving and snorkeling safe as opposed to skiing.
Stay warm,
--Gabi
Books I'm reading now:
The Seduction of the Crimson Rose by Lauren Willig
My RITA books...all seven of them
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Odd Thoughts
Happy 2009!
I hate to say it. I'm looking forward to getting back to the work routine. Not that I didn't love the break, because I did, but with family here, the daughters home from college, I didn't accomplish half of what I had wanted to. So I'm actually looking forward to returning to school and teaching. This is a first for me. I know exactly what I am teaching (Huck Finn--which, as a complete aside, fills me with terror that some day I'll switch letters on the title or character, as I am prone to do, and say something completely inappropriate for eighth graders), I'll have my office back (as soon as one daughter goes back to college) and, I guess I have to admit it, gives me a reason not to sleep in. I love sleeping in.
So new year, new possibilities, but as I've written here before, I believe newness can come at any time. This is just a convenient time to dwell upon it because of the calendar.
--Gabi
Books I'm reading now:
Eclispe by Stephanie Meyer
Breaking Dawn by Stephanie Meyer
The Spearwielder's Tale (3 novels) by R.A. Salvatore
Brightly Burning by Mercedes Lackey
I hate to say it. I'm looking forward to getting back to the work routine. Not that I didn't love the break, because I did, but with family here, the daughters home from college, I didn't accomplish half of what I had wanted to. So I'm actually looking forward to returning to school and teaching. This is a first for me. I know exactly what I am teaching (Huck Finn--which, as a complete aside, fills me with terror that some day I'll switch letters on the title or character, as I am prone to do, and say something completely inappropriate for eighth graders), I'll have my office back (as soon as one daughter goes back to college) and, I guess I have to admit it, gives me a reason not to sleep in. I love sleeping in.
So new year, new possibilities, but as I've written here before, I believe newness can come at any time. This is just a convenient time to dwell upon it because of the calendar.
--Gabi
Books I'm reading now:
Eclispe by Stephanie Meyer
Breaking Dawn by Stephanie Meyer
The Spearwielder's Tale (3 novels) by R.A. Salvatore
Brightly Burning by Mercedes Lackey
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