About two o’clock today, the house began to twitch… well, not really, but we had a thunderstorm so loud I levitated the first time it cracked the sky. The power went out several times. The cats flattened themselves in the back of the bedroom closet. I gave up on trying to read with the lights going off and on, and sat in the dark a while before a friend called at 2:30 to “talk turkey” about one of those management issues that friends call to talk about.
A dark afternoon suited my frame of reference, as I finished Harry Potter this morning around 3 a.m. (after waking up at 1 a.m. wondering where I was and realizing I had fallen asleep on the couch). I spent this day trying to write an article as I dealt with the cold reality: I would never again crack open a Harry Potter book for the very first time!
But I have so much to look forward to… a wonderful new job… a drive along the Georgia coastline… turning 50… learning more Floridian vernacular. Life is good!
Posted on this day, other years:
- OCLC's Crisis Moment - 2010
- The travel marathon is over - 2009
- Hello, I Must be Linking - 2008
- BlogHer: Closing Session: The Rallying Cry - 2005
- Blogher Session: Podcasting and Video Blogging - 2005
- BlogHer Session: What do Women Want? - 2005
- BlogHer: A BlogHer Moment - 2005
- BlogHer Lunchtime Session - 2005
- Third Blogher Session: Political Blogging Grows Up - 2005
- Second Blogher Session: Birds of a Feather: Journalism and Blogging - 2005
My daughter spent yesterday evening in the rec room with me, refusing to look at any of the books I pulled out of my collection (Madeline L’Engle, Eoin Colfer, Tolkien, a Heinlein YA) while bemoaning the fact there would never be another Harry Potter book.
She finally decided that “Have spacesuit, will travel” might be acceptable.
“Frog strangler” is Floridian? I’ve only heard it from one other person, my Mom’s friend from Lubbock, Texas. Out there, a “frog strangler” is a rain a few notches heavier than a “gully washer”, and I’m sure the usage is from about fifty years ago. Iva Sue moved to Baton Rouge when I was small, so she learned it in Lubbock before I was born.
It was on the list of phrases to get familiar with before we moved here 🙂 (Along with canopy road)
Turning 50!? Me, too, next year.
Rhea, how did that happen? And have you noticed how scary it is to say “my body parts are half a century old”?