as the time flies

Haven't had much time for writing here lately. I still stop each morning at the park and write for at least five minutes and I finished and mailed my second writing assignment. It actually turned out to be a pretty good story I think. What I don't seem to feel like doing is write in this blog. Maybe because my life has been anything but serene and while that might make for a good gossipy kind of diary entry, it just makes me tired to think about it. Then there is all the changes in my life. I thought I would making my list of 15 things to cook before you die, but now I've got to go on this elimination diet, so most of the things on the list of 15 are out the window. Starting Monday, no gluten, dairy or sugar for at least 6 weeks. 6 weeks. how am I going to do this? I can't even seem to go 2 days right now. All I can do is keep trying.

Lost, was very good last night, although I'm a little confused about the whole Eloise Hawking angle. I mean a couple weeks ago she was all we need all of them or all of this is for nothing and now she's like oh if this is the best you can do, when Ben shows up with 2 of the 6.

So are poor time traveling group, I felt so bad for them, I was starting to get physically ill every time the sky would start to light up. I hope that Locke was able to stop the island from spinning off it's axis. I also hope we find Bernard, Rose and Vincent soon.

Charlotte died last night, I was just beginning to like her. I felt so bad for Daniel, but also I know Daniel is keeping somethings secret. How is it that he is the crazy man that tells her never to come to the island when she was a little girl. Can he travel at will? it is all very strange.

Anyway that's all I have for tonight. I'm hoping my creativity comes back soon.

Poetry

It is a very quiet evening here in our quiet home, on our quiet street, with our lovely cats. I've been reading poetry and feel a little lyrical and a little dense. I love poetry, the way an idea forms almost from nothing, from a wisp of smoke. But I do confess a little bit of weariness to some of the 'greats'. I guess I am not that brilliant of a scholar to be able to catch the subtle nuances of language and feel. There is a mystery to a poem and directness and a sly sideways glance, almost like catching the site of a fairy out of the corner of your eye an when you turn to it, its gone. One of my favorite poets is Billy Collins and I like him for precisely the reason that he seems to be derided by critics. He is accessible. I do not have to be in the know to know his poetry. His language is simple and spare and bare bones and lovely. He is lyrical without being pretentious. I guess that would explain his critics but still I enjoy his work.

This is not to say I do not love other poetry. That I do not get say "Praise Song for the Day" from the inauguration recently. Or Emily Dickinson who is a lovely poet, so sharp and clear. I always wanted to get poetry, to be in the know, and possible to speak in that language, but I do not, I am a simple person with simple language and spare parts left over from reading too much Jane Austen.

Today has been a long day and I am tired.

5.4

Tonight some things start to come together on LOST. Daniel makes the statement that the people who start to have bloody noses, seems to be in direct relation to how long they have been on the island. Charlotte was first, then Miles and then Juliet. It seems that Miles too was on the Island before. So the theory that Jin is the baby, is probably incorrect and is most likely Miles, however, that doesn't explain the Mom/woman that goes to blackmail Sun later. I would suspect that they were twins.

Claires mom shows up to pick up a settelment check from Oceanic, but Kate and Jack believe that she knows about Aaron. As it turns out Ben is the one behind it all. Trying to manipulate Kate into going back. I still don't know for sure who keeps trying to drug Syiad but I suspect Ben again.

Hurley is in Jail, but should be out soon, thanks to Ben.

Our time travelers are jumping too and fro on the island, Sawyer sees Kate helping Claire deliver her baby in the jungle. This was a great scene. He loves Kate, and he felt like a big brother to Claire and he lost them both, the raw pain in his face was very real. Then we jump backward 16 years to when a pregnant Rousseau and her crew land on the island in a storm, there is a body floating on the water guess what - it is Jin!

Also note I labled last weeks show incorrectly it should have been 5.3

Mondays

I'm still sitting in a creative slump, fueled by my obsession with health at the moment. This is one of the main reasons I hate diets of any kind for any reason, my whole life seems to swirl around the diet and nothing else gets accomplished. I am struggling right now to get back on track and put this all to rest, without losing my commitment to myself.

In work news, nobody really showed up today, which all in all turned out to be a good thing, I managed to get a lot of work done. Who knows what tomorrow brings.

Tomorrow morning my goal is to leave the house early enough to get to the park. I seem to write better at the park, something about the location and the proximity to work and the knowledge that I have a finite amount of time.

Karl's brother will be here next week. I am not happy about this, Karl for all his protestations to the contrary seems happy about it. I know why too. We'd love to have someone from our family care enough to come and see us, but lets face it, they only ever just tolerated either of us so coming out of there way is only out of guilt not out of a wanting to see us. Who wants to be seen out of guilt? I prefer my way, no family at all, they don't like me, and I don't pretend that this hurts my feelings.

I've been a might busy these last couple of days. I guess I'm gearing up for this lifestyle change and it is making me a little nutty. I have done pretty good with it today. However, I did have wheat and sugar. The wheat was in some organic pot stickers that I had and the sugar was in salad dressing. Obviously should have made my own vinaigrette. Officially I am not starting until Feb 16, mostly because I planned events that preclude the wheat/gluten/dairy thing and I just don't need the hassle of explaining on top of everything else.

I watched the first half of the Superbowl today, its amazing what you will do when you are a Bruce Springsteen fan. I am not at all excited about going to work tomorrow. I have so much to do I can't even begin to figure out how to get it all done.

I did not work on my writing at all this weekend and I feel the dullness of this post is a reflection of my not working on my writing. I seem to be in a bit of a slump. Not a block, just over stretched and not able to focus clearly. I have to keep remembering that part of my reasoning for the lifestyle change is to help me gain some clarity and mental focus, and I do believe that will come, it is only 6 weeks you can do anything for six weeks if you know it will only last that long. At least that's what I keep telling myself. So for the next few days, I maybe a bit dull. Since nobody is reading anyway that doesn't seem to be such a bad thing.