My boss has gotten it in her head that I need a dog, a schnauzer from a rescue group to be exact. So for the last couple of days I have been vigorously refuting her arguments.
Well, it seems that I have failed, because this morning when I got to my desk a furry little whimpering critter was sitting on my table. Thankfully the critter came with a battery and not a bladder. I’m hoping that she will be satisfied now and agree that we have reached a happy middle solution.
So if this is to be my new “pet”, he/she will have to have a name (and maybe even a gender). I’m open to suggestions.
The day was crisp and bright as the red brown leaves swirled under her tires. She felt full and yet still somewhat confused, but now in the confusion she also felt more self assured and at peace. Part of the confidence came from the frankincense. It was a significant detail for her, and it was precisely what she needed to know. She radiated with the smell of frankincense and it seemed almost to emanate from her. She liked that feeling and she was ready for the ease, comfort and joy that would accompany the shift in the future.
Somehow, to punctuate the moment and seal it with some measure of permanence in her soul and in her memory she looked away from the road just in time to see a young man in the simple yellow and orange wrapped garb of a Buddhist monk, his close cropped hair and delicate shoulder skin naked in the autumn air. He was attentively clearing the leaves from the side of the curb with an electric blower, its extension cord winding behind, trailing into nothingness in the direction of the house.
The divine and the contemplative are here in the recognizably mundane; in the tasks and chores that we assume everyday, especially in the beauty and order that we create.
She blinked and the vision was behind her, but the taste of metal suddenly filled her mouth. It was the taste of blood. More than just her own blood, she tasted the blood of existence, and even as the taste died away, she was grateful for having experienced it at all.
For the longest time I was of the opinion that people in Dallas didn’t know how to drive in inclement weather. This morning I had a revelation. I was mistaken. For the most part I think folks here can handle the rain (we have downpours that would make a monsoon wince and no one seems to mind), they can handle the sun (I mean sun and heat that make the asphalt whither and melt), the daylight is fine and the night is just more of the same. But what really freaks them out is ambiguity. Give them a dusky, gray, drizzly situation and they all just go bonkers. Now Portland, Seattle even London, they thrive on ambiguity in those cities. But here in Dallas, we tend to like it just so…meat and potatoes, church on Sunday, football on Monday night and men who wear boots and drive trucks and women with big hair who wear heels and drive suburbans.
Or, maybe not. Maybe I was just stuck in traffic a little too long and happened to make the mistake of drinking coffee with caffeine this morning.
Well I made it home from a wonderful long weekend, and honestly I am SUPER tired.
(Could have something to do with not fully recovering from staying up all night on Friday and having only a couple hour nap on Saturday…but I’m not sure)
Anyway, now its back to Business. And speaking of Business Time, the following comes compliments of Rainbo (Too funny, girl! Thanks)
And since I am letting the creativity come from others today (if you are a Ze Frank virgin, take some time and stop by his site to check out more of his stuff. It is spectacular):
Butterfly and I have been enormously thankful today for the outrageously good weather (and phenomenal light). We spent much of our time outside. Some photo evidence to the side.
Happy Thanksgiving one and all. May we all continue to be showered with blessings and the ability to always see and appreciate them.
Yes folks, it is that time of year again…you know….it’s time for Holidailies.
Once again I signed up for “Holidailies at Home” (not the Portal) and I will be doing my best to blog (supposedly posting a minimum of 50 words or one photograph) every day from Dec. 1 through Jan. 1.
So, stay tuned. (The 50 word minimum will occasionally explain extraneous, petty details and additions, such as this one.)
One of my favorite jokes involves a hitchhiker with a racing dog and a guy with a sports car. Long joke short, the dog runs beside the car, never losing pace then the car stops suddenly. Guy thinks, that sure is a funny collar on your dog. Punchline: Hitchhiker says, “That’s not his collar that is his asshole, he’s not used to stopping that fast.” (Alright…I first heard it when i was in the 4th grade which makes it HYsterical…and its really all in the build up.)
Anyway…I’ve been running like crazy for the past couple of weeks mostly work stuff, but also quite a bit of personal hectic-ness and this week WHAM!!!! I feel like I’ve suddenly gotten a pretty odd looking new collar. What, with it being a pre-holiday, short week and most of my coworkers seem to already be on vacation, the last TWO days have gone at a S……..N……..A……..I……..L……..S……………P……..A……..C……..E.
But tomorrow I’m heading out to lovely San Fran to see the even more lovely Butterfly.
Now I think of myself as very pro-gay and I’m opposed to bigotry, however I was really taken aback this morning while listening to Dire Straits “Money For Nothing” on a Cable music channel (it was the 80’s channel if you must know) and they chose to totally blur out (not omit, just make electronically funny sounding) every part where they say ‘faggot”. For some reason I’m not down with that. It just kind of ruined the song.
I don’t know what “THE line” is, and I’m sure THAT debate will wage on for years and years. However, I just think we should all be a bit more considerate and a bit less sensitive. Does that make sense?
Why ruin a good thing? Right. So I’m finishing off my 6 in 6 tour of 2006. That is six trips in six months. Next on the slate…Orlando in mid December. Fly has recently moved out there and I think its best I make sure the city’s got it going on. So the final tally is:
Montana in July
Rhode Island in August
San Franciso in September
Rome in October
San Francisco in November
Orlando in December