Intermission
It's time for an experiment.
Writing seems to be like heroin to me, and I may end up twitching in a sobbing, sweaty ball on the floor without it, but it is time for me to take a week off. D (diagnosis) day approaches in March, the day I get my one-year chip, and I find myself strangely more tense and more depressed. My head aches from my rampant bruxism, my muscles ache from dreaming, and I am out of sorts. It's time to step away for a bit. It's time to read a trashy novel with no value whatsoever. It's time to immerse myself in a Meredith Baxter-Birney movie on the Lifetime channel. It's time to eat too many cookies. It's time to laugh until I cry with friends. It's time to have a glass of hot wine on the porch.
I will see you on or after Monday, January 15, 2007, with a full status report.
Paths
by Dorothy Parker
I shall tread, another year
Ways I walked with Grief,
Past the dry, ungarnered ear
And the brittle leaf.
I shall stand, a year apart,
Wondering, and shy,
Thinking, "Here she broke her heart;
Here she pled to die."
I shall hear the pheasants call,
And the raucous geese;
Down these ways, another Fall,
I shall walk with Peace.
But the pretty path I trod
Hand-in-hand with love--
Underfoot, the nascent sod,
Brave young boughs above,
And the stripes of ribbon grass
By the curling way--
I shall never dare to pass
To my dying day.
Writing seems to be like heroin to me, and I may end up twitching in a sobbing, sweaty ball on the floor without it, but it is time for me to take a week off. D (diagnosis) day approaches in March, the day I get my one-year chip, and I find myself strangely more tense and more depressed. My head aches from my rampant bruxism, my muscles ache from dreaming, and I am out of sorts. It's time to step away for a bit. It's time to read a trashy novel with no value whatsoever. It's time to immerse myself in a Meredith Baxter-Birney movie on the Lifetime channel. It's time to eat too many cookies. It's time to laugh until I cry with friends. It's time to have a glass of hot wine on the porch.
I will see you on or after Monday, January 15, 2007, with a full status report.
Paths
by Dorothy Parker
I shall tread, another year
Ways I walked with Grief,
Past the dry, ungarnered ear
And the brittle leaf.
I shall stand, a year apart,
Wondering, and shy,
Thinking, "Here she broke her heart;
Here she pled to die."
I shall hear the pheasants call,
And the raucous geese;
Down these ways, another Fall,
I shall walk with Peace.
But the pretty path I trod
Hand-in-hand with love--
Underfoot, the nascent sod,
Brave young boughs above,
And the stripes of ribbon grass
By the curling way--
I shall never dare to pass
To my dying day.
posted by Nancy at 7:26 AM
10 Comments:
I can feel my skin crawl, teeth gnash, the DTs are coming, withdrawing from you blog starts now - see you in a week. Call if you can't make it, I'll be your sponsor.
Have a great week, Nancy. I will miss you!
**brow furrowed** Well... I think I will need a little help myself!! Have a good week!
Love -K
I get my one yr Chip in March too....I'll email ya to tell about Louisville
I am ready for that laugh till ya cry with a friend anytime you are. Or shall I say "snort some sort of beverage out my nose" until I cry!
Oh I will terribly miss you! It seems as though everyone has been taking a break. Maybe it is time I take a breather as well. Please hurry back, or I might start twitching and end up in a sweaty ball without you.
Enjoy your time away...
Chip?
Everybody --
I miss you guys.
Kathi --
Figuratively, of course. Although if I find a nice gemstone-type deal to mark our one-year mark, I'll take that instead.
:) Nance
Thanks for your kind visit while I was gone!
I am back home now, and my sister is doing better!
See you soon!
Margie
OK OK... JUST CHECKING TO SEE IF YOU BY CHANCE BLOGGED BEFORE MONDAY! DO YOU BY CHANCE THINK AMY WOULD BE MY SPONSOR? :)
LOVE YOU GIRL AND I TRULY HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT WEEK!!!
DAWNITA
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