Remember when my blog had actual content and wasn't just a catalog of what I did every weekend? Yeah, me too. I never lack for ideas, but lately it seems like my job takes up all my idea-making capacity. A big part of my job is people saying to me, "Hey, can you figure out a way to make this happen?" and then me figuring out a way to make whatever it is happen. I enjoy the creative and analytical aspects of my job, but I find myself thinking a lot about work when I'm not actually at work which leaves a lot less time for generating blog content.
I would prefer not to think about work all the time, but one's brain will wander where it wants. I'm considering a meditation or breathing exercise at the end of the day to help banish the work thoughts. I haven't mastered that technique yet, so all I have for you today is the following short tale, and the fact that I seem to have become allergic to my shoes. Oh, and Seamus has started a project in which he is cooking his way through the world's cuisine, and has started his own blog. Check it out!
Last weekend our friend Jess stopped by with a "surprise" for our porch. OK, I know he meant well, but getting new stuff out of the blue, especially large things like furniture, makes me anxious. With a fixed smile, I considered the list of objects that a friend who knows Jon much better than he knows me would think was "perfect" for our porch: a beer fridge, a cigar store Indian, a life-size Buddha, a live donkey. It was with no inconsiderable trepidation that I waited for him to open the doors to the back of his van and reveal the surprise inside.
It was this:
Which would be perfect if we lived here.
But we live here:
But you know what? It is growing on me. We were going to give it to Ian, who still needs furniture, but I think we will keep it. It's like an inoculation against stuffiness.