Archive for August, 2014

As we approach the Labor Day holiday weekend, I find myself feeling at odds with a number of things:

1. the fact that my birthday is coming up

2. dog days

3. bugs

4. my to-do list

5. my should-do list

By the time we reach this point in our calendar year, I have just about had it with all of the above. I’ve long since noticed that the morning light has moved past watery and into bleakness at my 5:30 alarm. The birds have stopped their morning chorus. It’s fairly silent pre-6am. I suppose I could embrace all of that and develop a routine in which I sit down to write for thirty minutes, but you know and I know that’s not going to happen. See also: not a morning person.

While I don’t necessarily hold a grudge about having yet another birthday, I don’t particularly feel inordinate joy about it. I don’t have a burning desire for a big party, but I also don’t want the wah-wah of no fuss made, either. Which is to say, I don’t really WANT a big pile of gifts, but I would enjoy a little bit of planning on someone else’s part to celebrate my birthday. Asking me “what do you want for your birthday?” and then “what do you want to do for your birthday?” both bear the hallmarks of consideration, but also are just a big coverup for the fact that NO ONE has thought about it. Believe me, I’ve thought about it. It’s all I’ve thought about for a month now. If I have to plan my own birthday celebration, then what’s the point?

I’m also starting to see people my age in the obituary column these days. Sobering.

Can we talk about the heat? August is traditionally a hot month, yes, and this one has been no exception. But I’ve had it with having to keep all the blinds pulled in the house just to keep the house cool and keep the a/c from running all the time. I miss seeing daylight. I’m tired of being in a cave.

Let’s also talk about mosquitoes and spiders and ants. Three of my least favorite bugs. The humidity, paired with popup thundershowers, has brought all of these critters out with a vengeance. In fact, we had to have a window frame replaced in our bathroom because moisture had gotten into it and rotted it away, and boy, was it loaded with ants. I am so freaking sick of ants. I am also enormously tired of walking into spider webs. This is the time of year that spider webs seem to be floating through the air. Nothing will turn you into a ninja like walking into a spider web, face first. If we could just get the spiders to eat all the ants and capture all the mosquitoes in their webs, I could live with that.

I have a to-do list that continues to grow exponentially, and I am only doing the musts on it. Which is to say, when we need cat food and toilet paper, I go to the store. Priorities.

My should-do lists contains items like “weed the flowerbeds” and “trim the shrubs” and “sweep the porch.” The fact that I am not doing any of these things makes our house look abandoned. Not to mention that my husband has fallen behind on mowing the grass, so yeah, it looks seedy around here.

I reach this point every year, and I recognize it, and frankly, it seems to arrive earlier and earlier each year. I drink too many cokes, too much wine, I eat too many junk food items, I sleep poorly. It’s slashing the other three tires because the first one is flat. It’s only a matter of time before I meet this mood coming and going.

In short: I am done. Please wake me up when spring arrives again.



— Mox

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One of the problems with being a sub-par blogger is that it takes a few minutes to access that part of your memory that stores your login information for your blog.

Oops. Lots of stuff crowding out the logins these days. Thank God for my password manager.

I suppose, if anyone has any interest, I should give you the briefest of brief rundowns on life here in Moxland.

Spawn has entered eighth grade. Eighth grade, people! This kid is nearly as tall as me, with a foot a full shoe size bigger than mine. Safe to say I’ll be called Shorty here before too long. This is the last year for us at our K-8 grade school, and then it’s off to the fraught world of private Catholic high school. I don’t know whether to be excited or afraid.

I continue to work, part-time, writing for a tech company. Most writers will tell you that they enjoy what they do, and I will tell you the same thing… except for the writing part. The reading and the research, the brainstorming, the outlining, the meetings with your creative team – all of that, I love. The actual process of putting words down in noun-verb order… yeah. Painful. Some days it’s like pulling teeth. And yet I will tell you without reservation that I LOVE IT.

My parents continue to get old and older. They need me more than I am comfortable with admitting. It seems incredibly ass-backwards to be the care giver instead of the care receiver. Right now my responsibilities include carting one or the other of them to some doctor’s appointment, surgery, or outpatient procedure. And I have also become the chief gardener at their house, since physically they are limited to the tasks they can still perform. I think I’ve planted more perennials and roses and tomato plants at their house than have at mine.

Moxland zoo count stands at six cats, one dog, one gerbil, one turtle, and four fish. We have adopted a policy of attrition for the cats.

I seem to spend a lot of time in the car, going hither and yon. People tell me that this sort of thing is pretty typical for persons in my position.

All in all, I am in a place that is neither happy nor miserable. Which is to say pretty normal.

However, the main reason I blew the dust off this blog is to put this tidbit of information out there for those of you who may stumble across this blog. Grammarly, a software company  that produces grammar-checking software (which I use for my job) has taken up the cause of literacy, and as such has set up a pretty sweet deal for those bloggers out there who would join in the good fight. I say “sweet deal” like there’s some remuneration involved, but alas, no. No money will cross your palm. Money, however, will cross the palms of the good folks who operate these literacy programs:

Fostering greater literacy is the “sweet deal” I’m talking about – think about it: greater literacy means more people to read blogs. Wouldn’t you enjoy more people reading your blog?

If you want to know a bit more about this program, go here to see what it’s all about.


— Mox



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