Thursday, April 05, 2007

Second to last post.

Mamalujo is some kind of Probing Questions savant. I will answer him because I have no energy to talk about the minutiae of life right now. Suffice it to say "I am here. We are well." (As I side note, I've never verbalized the unpleasant feeling I've been tip-toeing around since we made the offer on our new house. To be direct, I felt like there was a sexual predator in our neighborhood. I avoided the website wherein I could check the area for registered sex offenders - I just didn't want to know. It turns out I was right, but the man is dead and gone now. He was the former occupant of our house. Do I feel icky? No. I feel like we shooed him out.)

1. How well do you sleep?
Not. The baby still sleeps with us, and he preferes to be perpendicular to the flow. If it weren't for him it would still be Not. I have extremely vivid, plot-driven dreams and wake up frequently, shaken and scared. Or sad. Or ecstatic. Or thoughtful. Regardless, there's never a dull moment in my bed. Ha.

2. Do you like backpacking?
Literally? Yes. I love accessories, and backpacks are high on my list. It's very satisfying to feel the cushioned curve of backpack straps slung over my shoulders. I never did the one-strap cool kid thing. Backpacking in nature? In theory yes. My husband is a mountaineering sort and yearns for the day when the kids are old enough for us all to do the Swiss Family Robinson thing. At this point there's no opportunity and so I don't even think of it. But the idea of not showering for several days and eating hotdogs by a campfire is lovely. Just don't say the word T-I-C-K. That'll turn me into a quivering mound of chickenshit girly-girl in a heatbeat.

3. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?
The Ngorongoro crater. I don't think it will ever happen.

4. Is there a hobby you want to take up, but never have?
No. Well, yes. I've pretty much tried everything I'm even remotely interested in, but never to the point where I've been able to say "I can ___" whatever. Play guitar, do HTML, bead, skateboard. I want to be the best at something the minute I try it, and at this point in my life I can't be. So I quit before I struggle. I want to take up guitar. I want to be able to play Closer to Fine and scream out "I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU SOMETHIN ABOUT MY LIFE"

5. Have you seen someone die?
Yes. Two people. Once, in college during an intramural basketball game, a seemingly healthy 19-year-old boy had a heart-atack running back on defense and was dead in less than 15 minutes. I watched him get shocked by the paramedics twice before anyone thought we should clear the gym. Purplish foam bubbled from his mouth. That's what I remember. I don't recall what he looked like, but he was wearing red nylon shorts and a black t-shirt. A year later I was the afternoon weight-room attendant in the same gym complex and a 65-year-old man running laps in the humid track above the amphitheater-shaped swim stadium dropped dead of a heart attack. They yelled for help and I ran from across the hall. Another jogger was giving him CPR, but the old man was so terribly ashen and limp. I went back to work, knowing he was dead.

14 Comments:

Blogger spellconjurer said...

ahhhhhhhh. Like a really good icy cold water after being stuck in the hot, dry, burning, sand blowing, cactus sizzling, feet burning, skin scorching, sweat evaporating, blistering desert.

4/05/2007 6:32 PM  
Blogger Mamalujo said...

You sound tired. Your writing conveys it. It gets better? Yes, it does. "I am here. We are well." That's enough. All my questions for you were on things I find important to me. Thanks for the great post.

4/05/2007 6:54 PM  
Blogger patches said...

I know what you mean about wanting to be good at something the moment you try it. I feel that way about new stuff too. If I can do it in secret for a while and find my bering, then it's not so bad. I can't stand the idea of sucking in front of other people. Ooooohhhh the pressure!

4/05/2007 6:59 PM  
Anonymous Ortizzle said...

I also get impatient about excelling at something new. This philosophy extends over into my work as well. That might explain why I am the proverbial jack-of-all-trades-and-master-of-none.

Hope you're enjoying the continuing process of getting settled in. :-)

4/06/2007 6:32 AM  
Blogger meno said...

I settle the problem of wanting to master something the minute i try it by NEVER STARTING. Hence the html book sitting, untouched, on my nightstand.

I am a bad sleeper too. I've never been very good at it. Cats don't help.

I like hiking just fine, but at the end of the day i want a shower and a bed.

4/06/2007 8:53 AM  
Blogger Oh, The Joys said...

I have been to ngorongoro and you should totally try to make that happen. I can give you some tips on doing it on a shoestring if you want...

J

4/06/2007 10:58 AM  
Anonymous wordgirl said...

I don't even like casual games that other (on my team) don't take seriously. If we're going to play...then LET'S PLAY!

4/09/2007 8:56 AM  
Blogger jason evans said...

Stopping by from Jaye's blog. Congrats on the Thinking Blogger Award!!

4/10/2007 6:09 AM  
Blogger Tink said...

What do you MEAN "second to last post"? You are not allowed to leave! Even if you weren't really planning on leaving, I want you to know that I will not allow it. Ever. So there. It's been said.

Anyway...
Great post. I've missed you.

4/10/2007 12:19 PM  
Anonymous dd said...

On the house history... think how glad your neighbors are to have you there. Choose your favorite cleansing ceremony (there are so many...), have it performed and party afterwards. Dump the past and make the future in this place your own!

Also - the moment blogging takes more away from your life than it gives it's find with me if you let it go...

I dunnit

4/11/2007 10:46 AM  
Anonymous Prairie Dawn said...

Mignon, you're so surprising. You write with a light energy about things that have such gravity. You're so comedic that I'm always surprised by the seriousness of some of your material. You're a rich, delicious layercake.

4/11/2007 7:58 PM  
Anonymous LetterB said...

I agree with Prairie Dawn! Except that I think you are a tender jelly doughnut with glaze and sprinkles.

Don't leave us. Don't. I don't care if you're unhappy, dammit. I'll take posts once a month or every 12 submissions. I don't care. Just don't stop posting here. Please?

4/11/2007 9:52 PM  
Anonymous TB said...

Oh my god no wonder you could feel a vibe about the sexual predator. But I believe your good karma and that of your family has cleansed any lingering vibes.

Don't go for good, just take an extended break. We'll still be here when you feel like stopping back by.

4/12/2007 3:03 AM  
Blogger Scott said...

Same deal as Jason, from Jayes Blahg. Now, with that business behind us, let me say that I never saw anyone die, except for my mother (this isn't a sympathy pull), but I once saw a dead guy right after he died. You know, the raw, bloody, open eyed face of death. It was on a mountain road. I was on a vision quest, or something like that, riding my motorcycle all over California, when I came across a group of riders surrounding the body of this kid that had passed a car across a double yellow and hit a pickup truck head on. It was a bit creepy.

4/12/2007 11:21 AM  

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