i obsess. tag:typepad.com,2003:weblog-332737 2010-07-28T12:49:27-07:00 too legit to quit. TypePad Moving and Changing In One Very, Very, Very Uncomfortable Fell Swoop tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c6e7753ef013485ca09f9970c 2010-07-28T12:49:27-07:00 2010-07-28T12:57:51-07:00 I wrote a post I decided to publish on a separate blog, because it sort of feels more logical to locate it there, and I'm considering posting a whole series on the subsequent actions resulting from - well, just go here and read, and you'll understand what I mean. And... Debbie http://i-obsess.typepad.com/i_obsess/2010/07/moving-and-changing-in-one-very-very-very-uncomfortable-fell-swoop.html Writing When You Have a Specific Statement to Make (and Even When You Don't) tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c6e7753ef0133f2988d94970b 2010-07-27T09:25:46-07:00 2010-07-27T09:25:46-07:00 So you might have gathered from the subject line that I don't necessarily, uh, have something very, very pointful to get to in this post. And you might be right. Which kind of pisses me off, that you would so immediately leap directly to such a conclusion when I *could*... Debbie http://i-obsess.typepad.com/i_obsess/2010/07/writing-when-you-have-a-specific-statement-to-make-and-even-when-you-dont.html Berry Be Blue tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c6e7753ef0134858e0949970c 2010-07-19T21:47:32-07:00 2010-07-19T21:47:32-07:00 There is magic, here. These berries, their blue, periwinkle, sapphire, depths so wise, they wink at me, unabashed, bawdy in their bare skins, as I gently tug at their round, supple bodies and deposit them, gently, gently, in my bowl, I am summoned, my mouth, pursed in unconscious whisper of... Debbie http://i-obsess.typepad.com/i_obsess/2010/07/berry-be-blue.html Sore tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c6e7753ef0133f24e20ab970b 2010-07-15T07:30:18-07:00 2010-07-15T07:30:18-07:00 I’m awake. I’ve drifted up from the dark pool of sleep, gently becoming knowing and born into this day, my awareness of the preceding day and the things to come sliding onto my head’s table like a fast-food dinner, ready in an instant. I feel heavy and sore, and, turning,... Debbie http://i-obsess.typepad.com/i_obsess/2010/07/sore.html It's Ridiculous, Really. tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c6e7753ef0133f225d8d8970b 2010-07-08T09:33:15-07:00 2010-07-08T09:36:57-07:00 I spent yesterday fatigued, wandering about in a semi-haze, listening to my son as he berated me for not paying complete and total attention to him-and-only-him, but not really listening too hard. (Turned my hearing aid down several notches, if you're wondering how I managed the trick.) I wore my... Debbie http://i-obsess.typepad.com/i_obsess/2010/07/its-ridiculous-really.html Personal Space, Public tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c6e7753ef0133f21ece43970b 2010-07-07T08:51:18-07:00 2010-07-07T08:53:18-07:00 They sat, she, composed, her book on her knees, his attempts to converse with her quietly, gently rebuffed. His unease a soft yellow powder wafting around her. She always knew when people wanted desperately to speak, couldn't contain themselves. She came from people of a similar bent. Nevertheless, she firmly... Debbie http://i-obsess.typepad.com/i_obsess/2010/07/personally-spacious.html Doin' It and Doin' It and Doin' It -- Well, As Best I Can. tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c6e7753ef0133f203633c970b 2010-07-02T07:51:50-07:00 2010-07-02T09:18:55-07:00 The thing about being perceived as thin is it messes with your head. You think you should never say anything about how you feel physically crummy or tell people when you're having a squishy day (which can be especially glaring with the wrong pants). And people are RIDICULOUSLY critical of... Debbie http://i-obsess.typepad.com/i_obsess/2010/07/doin-it-and-doin-it-and-doin-it-well-as-best-i-can.html Swimming tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c6e7753ef01348523883b970c 2010-07-01T10:26:47-07:00 2010-07-01T11:35:24-07:00 He leaps, he cavorts, he bobs up, then down, then back up, one of the bright orange buoys that dot the gray-blue edge of the swimming holes in lakes and along the rims of the no-swim zones, gulls calling, wind rippling the uppermost layer of tossing waves. He is a... Debbie http://i-obsess.typepad.com/i_obsess/2010/07/swimming.html Authoritize. tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c6e7753ef0134851a6507970c 2010-06-29T21:49:19-07:00 2010-06-29T21:50:54-07:00 Tonight at dinner, while my husband and I discussed details of a matter between himself and a person with whom he and his company does business, Jack tried to join in as often as possible. Finally, he informed his father, in clear terms, that he should write a letter, and... Debbie http://i-obsess.typepad.com/i_obsess/2010/06/authoritize.html Do NOT Get Me Started. tag:typepad.com,2003:post-6a00d8341c6e7753ef013484eddff2970c 2010-06-25T21:33:19-07:00 2010-06-25T21:53:01-07:00 I mean it. I'm like a bad engine, all full of smoke and exhaust and things to be impaled upon. I had my phone stolen yesterday, right from beneath my nose, and I spent all of these countless, never-to-be-regained hours at the phone store, buying the wrong phones, because MY... Debbie http://i-obsess.typepad.com/i_obsess/2010/06/do-not-get-me-started.html