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I blamed her for my sinus infection/cold. Who else could it be? No one I knew had a cold or even the sniffles. She is wicked smart and I was sure she’d figured out that the way to get the germs off of herself was to spread them somewhere else.

It could be true. She really is that smart.

In my misery and fog I slept through several of my favorite blog entries and am now in the process of catching up. It seems that other blogs have also been writing of germ-laden days and nights. So maybe it isn’t ALL her fault.

Maybe (just maybe, mind you) my ailment was precipitated by long work days, short nights, broken sleep, and days that become dark by 4:15 in the afternoon. There’s not a snowflake in sight, but I have a feeling this is going to be a VERY long winter. Any season that starts with a seasonal cold before the season has actually started (who ever heard of an autumn cold?) does not bode well.

She had it first and it was a doozy. Now I have been suffering with it for the past four days and it is also a doozy.

The fact that she and I have not been physically closer than 15 miles apart for the past year or so is besides the point. I blame her for the cold I have. The sneezing, the coughing, the stuffy-head-fogged misery of mine is all her fault. She had it first. Now I have it.

You might think that is unfair. Sick is unfair. Do not expect logic.

whine… sniffle…snores-so-bad hubby contemplated leaving the connubial (hah! not with this cold, red nose, and stuffed up snores to wake the dead) bed… (please do NOT dwell on that visual).

The moments I have been awake have been spent working on felting projects and a brain-dead knitting project — knit around and around and around and around and around until I get dizzy and doze off.

Tonight I lasted awake long enough to type this. Progress of sorts, yes?

We have different scales of reference for dolls, HO trains, collectibles, and lordie knows what all. Paperbacks come mostly in one size, hardback titles are generally printed another size (the libraries around the world appreciate this I am sure). In stores we buy the small-medium-large in foods and clothing. Things are generally sorted by size with little crossover.

He-Man and Masters of the UniverseChemo Barbie - pre-radiation days
When the kids were little, the full-sized GI Joe’s, and He-Man action figures were 12″ tall. The Barbies were 14″ tall. Our kids mixed and matched the people with no regard to height. Susan had a wedding between one of the Barbie’s (I think it was the cancer Barbie – she cut off all the hair) and He-Man. He-Man’s nose poked right between her breasts as they danced. Later they went out and killed monsters.

Here at work we have 3 different human scales.

Elfin – short and/or very, very, VERY slender, long fingers, with short-cropped curly hair or long flowing locks (no in-betweens)
Reg’lar – that would be me – 5 feet 4 1/2″ and ‘full-figured’ top and bottom
Gulliver/Andre-the-Giant– perfectly proportioned, in excess of 5’11”, classically Junoesque, or gentle-giant-sized.

The Gulliver’s (I keep feeling like I am one of the Lilliputians) float over the tops of the cubicle walls as they walk by and look like a series of ‘Killroy was here’ caricatures or Wilson from ‘Tool Time’. You know, we never saw anything below Wilson’s eyes and part of his nose. That took some really creative camera work I am sure!

I feel like I am living in a mis-matched universe with all these different scales of humans around me. A hobbit amidst the Clan of Men and the Clan of Elvin warriors, Greek statues, and Alice down her rabbit hole.

How is YOUR universe scaled?

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