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Drive Friendly

Today is “drive friendly day.” Honey said, “Does that mean I can’t flip anybody off on the way to work?”

He was very nice: he stopped so a biker could cross in a crosswalk even though bikes are supposed to act like cars, not pedestrians. He let a car make a left turn in front of him even though he had the right-of-way. He didn’t honk, not even once – not even when we were cut off on the exit.

 “I’m saving up so that with all of the demerits on the way home, I’ll end the day with a zero balance instead of negative balance.”

Drive friendly!

The Longest Winter

It’s been a long winter…as in, going on five years since our last real summer. 2005: community college accounting hell. 2006: business school incarceration. 2007: Bill left us. 2008: house destruction, unsavory temporary living quarters. Last weekend we finally had two days with little to do and lots of sun (even a little heat!), and I’ve started to let myself believe – just a little bit – that summer will be enjoyable this year.

Remembering way back to 2004, I seem to remember that we drank a lot of rum, spent most Sundays on the beach, played Frisbee, got sunburned, and read books. But that’s a little hazy (my old lady brain is having a hard time recalling…).

Some items from my list of summer resolutions (a work in progress):

·         Convince Honey to do a jigsaw puzzle with me OR collaboratively complete Friday or Saturday crossword (reserving Sunday as something to aspire to when the darkness returns. I’m already killing the Monday puzzle).

·         Sing “Time After Time” at karaoke night at the pub across the way.

·         Read A Confederacy of Dunces and The River Why

·         Plant at least one tree in the yard

·         More yoga

·         Finally host my 30^th birthday party: sushi & cupcakes

Changes in the workplace

 

1.       Signs everywhere with pictures and descriptions of how to wash one’s hands. I sing “happy birthday.”

2.       BYO Crock Pot when hosting an all-day meeting. Meat and potatoes steaming in the kitchen, wafting down the hallways.

3.       Fewer familiar, friendly faces than this time last week.

Changing Course

The universe brings you what you need. A blog I read recently told me that I was doing everything wrong when it comes to blogging. Mainly, that I’m not posting frequently enough; that my posts are too long; and, now that my “topic” is obsolete, I need to find a new topic – but not a new blog.

So now that we’re done with the house (yeah, forgot to post that update…and all of the updates between January and March) and I can breathe again and do things on the weekends like reading books, I figured it was time to get back on the horse, spend some quality time figuring out what I want this space to be.

My bestest, most favorite writer of all time, Tim O’Brien, with whom I had the pleasure of working and drinking in the summer of 2000 talks about writing as a ritual, and something you need to practice. Writing is his job, he says. He does it every day, for eight hours or more each day. He doesn’t take days off – not even Christmas or his birthday, he says.

My work at The Gravitron will keep me from giving eight hours each day, but I figure I can commit to eight minutes each day and go from there.