But my body takes me places I do want to be

The last post I wrote got me so agitated that I can’t focus on the work that I need to do for my graduate school English studies (why do I have to be so obsessed with checking my blog stats and seeing where people link to me from?  I’m a writer, that’s why!) that I decided that I was going to Thanksgiving dinner at my mother-in-laws, even though I was not looking forward to the idea of being in a small ranch house with too many little ones and a sister-in-law that doesn’t like me.  (Long story about a misunderstanding . . .)  Writing what I did about marriage got me a little nostalgic, for while I am cranky about being “married,” per se, my husband is my best friend, and I want to be with him, crazy family in small house or not.  And my son should be glad to see me, but when daddy showed up this morning (our son stayed at grandma’s for more time with his cousins) all he wanted to know was where our cat Gizmo was because he wanted to see her his at the kitten they brought.  (See Dog Envy and Our Family Felines for that story!)

I better go get dressed.  I hope when I return I am refreshed enough to write about Clara Bow in the film “It” being a “city girl” as typified by Liz Conor in her novel, “The Spectacular Modern Woman: Feminine Visibility in the 1920’s.“  Adieu!

~ by maralorelei on November 22, 2007.