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Monday, February 26, 2007
rantless in seattle
Okay, I'm not in Seattle but I am rantless. You know how a special story obsesses and consumes you absorbs your intensity, leaving you spent anytime you work on it? Well, I'm writing one of those in real time. 21K in 7 days 5 days! And I am utterly obsessed.
You will be too when you read it.
That means I have no energy to spare for anything else, even ranting.
So the best I can offer are some peeves.
1)Being cut off in traffic. Here in Mexico City, people don't obey traffic signals or drive like they do in the US. If you're patiently waiting for your turn in the left lane, don't assume it will come. People swing around into the middle of the intersection, two and three deep, because why should THEY have to wait their turn?
2)Never finishing the laundry. No matter how diligently I work on it, it will NEVER fucking be done. Because even if I wash every stitch we own, what is resting upon our bodies will always be dirty and be thrown on the floor at the end of the day.
3)Being woken up from a good dream. It never fails, as soon as I hit REM sleep and interesting stuff starts to happen, either a kitten or a kid rattles me awake.
I showed you mine, now you show me yours.
You will be too when you read it.
That means I have no energy to spare for anything else, even ranting.
So the best I can offer are some peeves.
1)Being cut off in traffic. Here in Mexico City, people don't obey traffic signals or drive like they do in the US. If you're patiently waiting for your turn in the left lane, don't assume it will come. People swing around into the middle of the intersection, two and three deep, because why should THEY have to wait their turn?
2)Never finishing the laundry. No matter how diligently I work on it, it will NEVER fucking be done. Because even if I wash every stitch we own, what is resting upon our bodies will always be dirty and be thrown on the floor at the end of the day.
3)Being woken up from a good dream. It never fails, as soon as I hit REM sleep and interesting stuff starts to happen, either a kitten or a kid rattles me awake.
I showed you mine, now you show me yours.
*snort* I did this in 2003, Jacq. the kids were forbidden to leave their rooms. For one shining moment, not a single thing in the house was dirty.
And then we moved.
#1 Pet peeve... dishes left on the countertop. It drives me nuts. Rinse them off and put them in the @#$%ing sink already.
I don't mind dirty dishes on the counter, but don't stack garbage on top of them. Why is it that kids and men can't throw stuff in the trash, even when it's closer than the counter?
#1 worst pet peeve--TV channels that have the shows set at 0.002 db, and the commercials loud enough to make your ears bleed. My kids' favorite channels are like that, and it burns my ass. Same with movies that go from breathless whispers to the realistic noise level of a helicopter crashing in my living room. Gaahhh!
I know!!!! *Monica Geller tone*
I finished a story last night at 2:30am, which means I've been writing to the exclusion of all else. I went downstairs this morning to make lunches for the kids and it looks like the kitchen exploded. Trash all over the table and counters. The maid just left yesterday at 3pm!!! The kitchen was spotless. The kids were with their abuela until 7:30pm.
I do not understand this phenomenon.
Dishes and garbage and traffic and laundry and blaring tv commercials. Yupp, I'd say you've got it covered.
But at this time of year, I get to add snow. Falling so steadily lately that by the time I shovel my way to the bottom of the drive, the top needs done again. Add to that the fact that my geriatric dog thinks the deck becomes a toilet as soon as its covered....Bleck!
Summer skies and blooming bougainvillea. I have a lemon tree, a mandarin orange tree, and a palm tree in my courtyards (front and back). Not to mention roses, hydrangea and some flowers I don't know the names of because my gardeners planted them, and I picked them by pointing and saying, "Estos."
Maybe I'll take a picture with my cell phone and post it to see if anyone else knows.