Sweet Friday

Every day is a precious moment but Friday is a personal day of celebration.  I use the noting of it to keep me on track...to keep my work momentum up and moving.  It has been a good week.  Much accomplished.  Am working with good people who care about what they are doing and who want to make a difference.  It is a pleasure to stay in there with them.  It is a gift to have a job that is about giving back.  When done well, it is a little bit easier to rest at night.

Autumn is only several days away from being officially here.  Although from reading other posts we all know the transition has begun.  The forest continues to thin.  City light from across the peninsula twinkle in the early morning darkness - seeing them a gift from the leafs that have fallen.

Plan to kayak Point Defiant on Sunday.   It seems that I am passing through one of those brief interludes of peace and am drinking it in with joy.

Floral Sunrise!

It's Friday. The day is just beginning and we (that's the royal we) can do anything because the weekend is standing in the doorway and strengthens us!

The office is a mess and not even Friday can make that go away. It is such a mess that will probably take eight hours of a Saturday to clean it up. That is sad and painful capitol to spend but not the end of the everything. I'll cling to Sunday for salvation of the mental health sort. The weather promises to be warm and sunny that day as well. Sunday will kiss the hurt better and carry my photo friend and I into the desert for an explore. We could not go last week end. Her domestic issues and a snow storm over the mountains conspired to put me in the car by myself. As it turned out, the brand of aloneness is familiar and also felt fine. It prompted me to take a peak at Porterville....cows, lake and agriculture. Always a sweet escape. The ablility to be comfortably alone was a gift bestowed by Wildwoods Retreat East. She is my muse and I shall be eternally gratefull to her.

Sunday is going to be hot ~ in the 80s, we will have to leave early. The anticipation of looking at the desert in the morning is its own delight. Hopefully we'll have an opportunity to photograph some windmill arrays while going over the mountains.

The 'possibilities' are the best part of the week end. So much of the work week is preordained sequence of events ~ a work place drama that swings between the pageant of life and death (the biological imperative), tempered by the mundane of administrative nonsense. Season all that with the interplay of family and staff dynamic / dysfunction (the human element) and it makes the draw of the week end an irresistible addiction.

One last thought for this lovely morning: March Maddnes continues. UNC is still in play. Tonight they face down Gonzaga. UNC all the way!

Waiting ~

WAITING can be wonderful (sort of like sex but different)!

Okay, I know I've said this many times but in fact, it is almost Friday! My all time favorite day of the week! Celebrate! A joy that not even being on-call 24/7 is able to diminish. Where to on Sunday? Desert or mountains? Decisions, decisions?