You know things have reached a new low when you forget your Wordpress login.
Hello friends. I’m alive, as it turns out, and have been delinquent. Not a deadbeat dad, but close enough, a blogger who doesn’t keep up. One who doesn’t pay her bills. Her hosting bills, the ones that keep her beloved site up and running on this here information superhighway. I’ve written nothing. Not a haiku, not a witty retort. Efforts at writing success are limited to Gchat and Twitter, forums in which I clearly delight others with my extensive knowledge of hairstyles of the Hills and run of the mill snark. I’m also delinquent in that I’ve overlooked at least four important life dates lately. They’re more than oversights; they’re reflective of complete friend delinquency. It pains me when I do such stupid things. Head, be reintroduced to desk. Thankfully the cats are fed and remain plump, pleasingly so, as does this writer. All carries on but I’m angry with self that such important details could be missed. Unacceptable.
Life has also turned upside down in the past month. Job, health, love. A close friend has had a bevy of health visitors lately, a very unwelcome crew that have demanded the bulk of her time and emotional power. Not one, but two (unrelated) diagnoses, one of which turned out to be a false positive. She’s the big winner, apparently, but trust when I say that she is taxed to a point at which I’d stop showering. And we all know that’s a pretty big statement.
I’m losing my job. And that’s all I will say about that.
I feel like I’m in a snow globe. I shared this with said friend, who believes our globes are filled with water alone. Water would be refreshing, actually, as would a few snowflakes on the tongue. Both are reminders that we’re alive, blood pumping, still participants in the beauty of this world. Instead, it feels like we’re skilled swimmers, trying to get from A to B, but it’s simple syrup all the way. Everyone will be ok, of course, and we’re not alone in all that is happening to us, children starving and all that. Still, I’d give my right arm to be at a point past resolution, where we clink glasses and chuckle about what life once tossed at us.
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So, I’ve been reading your blog for about 6 months or so and have enjoyed the heck out of your humor and perspective and snark and honesty. I often find myself nodding my head, smiling, or even better, feeling less alone in my experience of the world. All of that to say, you’re writing is a gift to me. I’m praying the rich gift you’ve given me comes back to you in all the ways you need it most.
my best friend and i were discussing these sorts of things the other day and equated it to swirling down a toilet bowl – all of us just clinging to the edge of the bowl trying not to get flushed.
but i like your snowglobe idea better :)
I have been looking forward to your return, but I’m sorry for the nature of the update (on many levels). It’s worth noting that even when updating with less than ecstatic news, you do it very well. :)
I send good wishes and virtual hugs, and the hope that things turn around for you (and your friend) quickly.
You will be. It might not be a quick turnaround and it might take you down roads you never thought you’d be traveling at this point, but the time to clink glasses on a new path will come. (and that path could be in August, driving cross country. hinthint! ;-) )
Me too, darlin’. Me too.
I’m sorry, hun. Sending hugs and wine. Lots o’ wine!
I’m so sorry.
Let me know when you want to meet for wine. I could use some as well.
hugs.
Like so many others, I’ve missed seeing your words here. As usual you nail it to the wall without chipping a nail.
In the same vein, life tosses one lots of juggling items – sometimes flaming torches, sometimes machetes, sometimes bunnies. I’m imagining you on the unicycle making all of the flying bits dance, sipping the cold unoaked Chardonnay all the while.
Glasses will clink soon and again and again. L’Chaim, K.
Clearly the universe is telling you to pack it in and come move into my one-bedroom condo with me. You can have the right side of the bed. And, yes, you can bring those cats, all seven legs of them. Dorito’s are in the pantry, boxed wine is chilling in the fridge and the only thing that’s a-missing is you.
xoxop
Glad to see you are alive and even gladder that I didn’t remove the feed from Reader. I hope the job thing works out to be a good thing, even though it might not seem it right now. Hang on, and I’ll tip back a glass in your honor.
Missed you! I hope life turns right side up again very soon. Big hug to you.
I’ve been thinking about you since your Twitter announcement. I have all faith in you though. And I promise to bring you your own flask for BlogHer. I got you covered, sistah.
Girl, if you need anything (cocktails at Blogher, a cheerleader, whatever) you just holla.
i once compared the most stressful, traumatic episode in my life to a circus performer that spins plates on top of poles. always running back and forth, back and forth between the poles, giving the poles a spin to keep the plate turning on top of it. all the while, waiting for them all to come crashing down. i pray you’re able to keep your plates spinning.
Here’s to clinking those glasses one day. Oh, how I wish for them, too.
Ugh, I’m so sorry. I’ve lost my job a few times, so I know how that alone can suck, let alone added on to a bunch of other crap.
Hang in there!
I’ve missed you. Welcome back.
I fully expect to see this domain name snatched up when you forget to renew it.
Hope people understand the difference between your writing and Star Trek fanboy porn fiction.
That sucks, Kris. Been there vicariously through the Husband years ago. Hang in there, you’re right all will be well, and please share with us your life when you get a moment. I’ve missed you.
I’m sorry to hear that. You and your cats are welcome to come and live with me. Vancouver is nice this time of year!
So good to see you’re back – and boy has life given you lemons! The recipe for lemonade is sugar, water and lemons! I lost my job too – and I didn’t write my blog because I felt like Debbie Downer – and was afraid that when someone asks me how I’m doing that I would tell them.
K, you should take Paige’s offer. All she offered me was a spot UNDER her bed. ;-)
You should totally take Ryane offer for a trip to CA or Paige’s offer to share a condo.
I’m glad you’re back. And a tour around the blogosphere reveals that you’re not alone in feeling a ridiculous amount of upheaval in the past few weeks/months. Just hang in there!
I see a lot of links to your blog just dropped by to see what all the interest is about and for what I found i will be back.
Hi from a new reader!
For now, we’ll just clink glasses and hope the other shoe already dropped. :)
Kris, I have been away from your blog for far too long and am happy to see that you’ve still got it going and are writing irreverently and gracefully, despite misfortunes of late.
(I used to write a blog called Social Graces, just to give you some context… it is long dead) Look forward to catching up on past posts and keeping up with the new ones.
I feel like my heart hasn’t been in my writing lately, either. If I wasn’t writing two posts a week for BlogHer, I’m sure I would have started a “break” a number of months back. I’m still leaning that way.
I’m very sorry to hear about your job.