My cordless phone - our landline- is giving us issues. Just a few minutes ago- at 2:30 a.m.- its blinking light said the line was "in use".
For the past week, it doesn't ring. If I call with my cell phone, and then I answer when I know it's ringing, I was able to answer it.
(That really is talking to myself.)
But it won't go in to voicemail.
And when I tried to answer it with its blinking "line in use" light, it seemed there was no one there.
But now I worry.
Phone mystery: to be solved sometime this week, damn it.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
miss me?
I will be back. Soon, honestly. It's just this damn grading of 40 some plays and 40 some directing design projects is eating up my life. But, I'll be back to talk about a joyous July ahead with more medical monkeyshines than I would like.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Boobs
My magnificent mammaries are proof positive that God answers prayer.
Be advised, however, that there is apparently a 5 year backlog.
So, once you put in that prayer order, have faith and wait.
Don't keep praying.
When I was 11 and 12, oh, how I wanted to be a womanly woman (yeah, I know, 12- way to be in a rush). Boys tormented me by calling me a carpenter's dream (flat as a board) or a pirates treasure (a sunken chest).
ARRGHH.
When I was 13 and 14 (still praying) for a time I was persuaded to take up mowing the lawn with our push mower because, my dad said, pushing a mower was excellent for developing the bust.
This didn't last too long, actually, as I eventually realized that my *dad* didn't really have much of a bust.
(Sneaky, Dad, sneaky.)
Still praying.
By the time I was 16 or 17, I was starting to get a bit of a shape.
By the time I was 20, I pretty much had a rack.
By the time I was 25 and breast-feeding, I was buxom, no denying it.
VoLUMPtous.
So, have a care what you pray for.
And remember, there's a five year backlog.
Be advised, however, that there is apparently a 5 year backlog.
So, once you put in that prayer order, have faith and wait.
Don't keep praying.
When I was 11 and 12, oh, how I wanted to be a womanly woman (yeah, I know, 12- way to be in a rush). Boys tormented me by calling me a carpenter's dream (flat as a board) or a pirates treasure (a sunken chest).
ARRGHH.
When I was 13 and 14 (still praying) for a time I was persuaded to take up mowing the lawn with our push mower because, my dad said, pushing a mower was excellent for developing the bust.
This didn't last too long, actually, as I eventually realized that my *dad* didn't really have much of a bust.
(Sneaky, Dad, sneaky.)
Still praying.
By the time I was 16 or 17, I was starting to get a bit of a shape.
By the time I was 20, I pretty much had a rack.
By the time I was 25 and breast-feeding, I was buxom, no denying it.
VoLUMPtous.
So, have a care what you pray for.
And remember, there's a five year backlog.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
Meditations on Mother's Day
I heard from all of my biological children on Mother's Day. And I heard from some of my other children, too.
I heard from my favorite first-born daughter. She is jetting off to New York City today to do some consulting work. And she found time to write a blog that brought tears to my eyes. She is a terrific and dedicated writer. She is a deep thinker. She loves, laughs and learns. She is building a good life and building community wherever she finds herself.
I saw and visited with my favorite first-born son and his wife. They are expecting their first child. My son worries about bringing a child into this world. I am so happy that they are having this child; they are a couple who should. They are both caring, compassionate people with a commitment to building a better world. And a quirky sense of fun.
I heard from my favorite youngest son. He called later in the day. He had sent me a Mother's Day gift that reflected our shared passion for Shakespeare. He is a deep thinker, a man of great integrity. He is kind to his friends and all those he meets. I long for him to be kinder to himself.
I heard from my favorite youngest daughter. She was the first of my bio- kids to call. I can't wait to go to Chicago to see her perform as part of Scuttlebuggs. She is bright and talented and funny and caring.
The first of my kids that I heard from, though, was not one of my biological kids. One of my "alterna-daughters" sent me a Mother's Day card that arrived on Saturday. And her posting to me was the first Mother's Day greeting I received.
And I heard from two of my former students at My University. And another alterna-kid, who has adopted me as alterna-mom, a friend of my son.
I am truly blessed.
I heard from my favorite first-born daughter. She is jetting off to New York City today to do some consulting work. And she found time to write a blog that brought tears to my eyes. She is a terrific and dedicated writer. She is a deep thinker. She loves, laughs and learns. She is building a good life and building community wherever she finds herself.
I saw and visited with my favorite first-born son and his wife. They are expecting their first child. My son worries about bringing a child into this world. I am so happy that they are having this child; they are a couple who should. They are both caring, compassionate people with a commitment to building a better world. And a quirky sense of fun.
I heard from my favorite youngest son. He called later in the day. He had sent me a Mother's Day gift that reflected our shared passion for Shakespeare. He is a deep thinker, a man of great integrity. He is kind to his friends and all those he meets. I long for him to be kinder to himself.
I heard from my favorite youngest daughter. She was the first of my bio- kids to call. I can't wait to go to Chicago to see her perform as part of Scuttlebuggs. She is bright and talented and funny and caring.
The first of my kids that I heard from, though, was not one of my biological kids. One of my "alterna-daughters" sent me a Mother's Day card that arrived on Saturday. And her posting to me was the first Mother's Day greeting I received.
And I heard from two of my former students at My University. And another alterna-kid, who has adopted me as alterna-mom, a friend of my son.
I am truly blessed.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
long time no me
I feel like I have been MIA for a bit. I haven't been trolling Facebook or contributing much to my social listserve of like-minded women.
Some of this is due to the overlap of the end of one semester and the start of the next semester.
Some of this is due to grief about the end of the semester- two great classes, which are likely my last at My University.
Some of it is due to health concerns.
But, regardless of the reason, I haven't been around.
I hope I am back soon.
Some of this is due to the overlap of the end of one semester and the start of the next semester.
Some of this is due to grief about the end of the semester- two great classes, which are likely my last at My University.
Some of it is due to health concerns.
But, regardless of the reason, I haven't been around.
I hope I am back soon.
Be the best me
I don't know what this means.
Maybe I will abandon university teaching.
Maybe I will power through, or maybe I will quit, my summer job as director for the Uber-Conservative youth theater troupe.
-- okay, I am coming back to this some weeks later.
The prompt for this post was seeing memes and quotes that reminded me that we don't need to struggle, to compete to be other than what we are- because then, what would success really mean?
"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
"It's never too late to be who you might have been." George Eliot
No one can be better at being me than I am at being me. So, I should be the best me I can be.
Only, who exactly am I these days? I have lost sight of / connection with who I am from time to time. This seems to be another one of those times.
So, to tie in the first draft comments:
I haven't abandoned university teaching. Yet. Although I fear it may be abandoning me.
And, I did quit my summer Uber-Conservative job.
* University teaching. I have been enjoying the two classes I am teaching this semester. And the students have been enjoying the classes. AND LEARNING. I've been learning too.
My students have been raving about how great my classes are. Faculty members have been coming in and telling me how much my students- their students- are loving my classes.
I finally couldn't take it anymore when a past chair of the department (and one time great mentor for me) came in to say- again- how great my classes are, how much the students say they enjoy the classes and what they are learning.
Well, I said, that doesn't seem to matter, does it?
In context it was clear I was referencing that the department doesn't seem to want to hire me as a professor.
He stopped and started from saying much of anything, but the stops and starts essentially were:
- having to do with "how the pieces fit"
- "future directions"
What I gathered is- confirmation that I *won't* be hired as full time faculty any time soon. And, part of it (this is partly my guess work now, and partly what I was told when applying for a previous job) is that I'm not world-famous published artist (and honestly, unless I won a Tony and a Pulitzer, I doubt that my home-grown qualifications will ever impress them).
And another part of it, guessing again but pretty sure though they can NEVER say it! - is my age.
(And I even THINK he said- as he was leaving- "maybe I'll get this one"- looking around my office. But maybe I was imagining that. But maybe not- as the senior faculty have all been kicked out of their previous posh offices to lowlier digs... but I digress).
Directing: I did, ultimately, for a variety of reasons, leave the directing job for the Uber-Conservative group. I still thrill with happiness and relief each time I remember that I have left that job! So very much the right decision. Still, that means I don't know when I will be directing again.
I love directing. And I am good at it. Why can't I get paid to do what I love and what I am good at?
Writing. I don't know what is holding me back. I have these great ideas and starts of ideas and then I just don't follow through.
I am hoping that a little kindness to myself and healing from the loss of the job-I-didn't-really-have-anyway will get me back on track.
Maybe I will abandon university teaching.
Maybe I will power through, or maybe I will quit, my summer job as director for the Uber-Conservative youth theater troupe.
-- okay, I am coming back to this some weeks later.
The prompt for this post was seeing memes and quotes that reminded me that we don't need to struggle, to compete to be other than what we are- because then, what would success really mean?
"To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
"It's never too late to be who you might have been." George Eliot
No one can be better at being me than I am at being me. So, I should be the best me I can be.
Only, who exactly am I these days? I have lost sight of / connection with who I am from time to time. This seems to be another one of those times.
So, to tie in the first draft comments:
I haven't abandoned university teaching. Yet. Although I fear it may be abandoning me.
And, I did quit my summer Uber-Conservative job.
* University teaching. I have been enjoying the two classes I am teaching this semester. And the students have been enjoying the classes. AND LEARNING. I've been learning too.
My students have been raving about how great my classes are. Faculty members have been coming in and telling me how much my students- their students- are loving my classes.
I finally couldn't take it anymore when a past chair of the department (and one time great mentor for me) came in to say- again- how great my classes are, how much the students say they enjoy the classes and what they are learning.
Well, I said, that doesn't seem to matter, does it?
In context it was clear I was referencing that the department doesn't seem to want to hire me as a professor.
He stopped and started from saying much of anything, but the stops and starts essentially were:
- having to do with "how the pieces fit"
- "future directions"
What I gathered is- confirmation that I *won't* be hired as full time faculty any time soon. And, part of it (this is partly my guess work now, and partly what I was told when applying for a previous job) is that I'm not world-famous published artist (and honestly, unless I won a Tony and a Pulitzer, I doubt that my home-grown qualifications will ever impress them).
And another part of it, guessing again but pretty sure though they can NEVER say it! - is my age.
(And I even THINK he said- as he was leaving- "maybe I'll get this one"- looking around my office. But maybe I was imagining that. But maybe not- as the senior faculty have all been kicked out of their previous posh offices to lowlier digs... but I digress).
Directing: I did, ultimately, for a variety of reasons, leave the directing job for the Uber-Conservative group. I still thrill with happiness and relief each time I remember that I have left that job! So very much the right decision. Still, that means I don't know when I will be directing again.
I love directing. And I am good at it. Why can't I get paid to do what I love and what I am good at?
Writing. I don't know what is holding me back. I have these great ideas and starts of ideas and then I just don't follow through.
I am hoping that a little kindness to myself and healing from the loss of the job-I-didn't-really-have-anyway will get me back on track.
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