notes from all over

hello, all.

I am home today!!  Thank goodness.  Our busy season at work is in full swing and Wednesday and Thursday were both thirteen-hour days.  Some people are workhorses and thrive on long hours, hectic schedules.  They get this sick energy adrenaline rush and just go, go, go.

I am definitely not one of them.  This crap wears me out.

I will be glad when this season is over — I hate the feeling that I’m cheating my family in favor of my job.  Justin’s really great about it, I mean, he shows up at the office with teriyaki and does Sudoku or reads next to me in my cube while I’m feverishly working on my projects, but it’s not exactly quality time.

Enough of that.  I’m off work today, Julie is in town, and it’s going to be a really fun weekend.  We girls will hang out today, and J will join us after work.  I’m excited for these two to meet.  I mean, they remember each other vaguely from back when we were in high school, but circumstances have changed somewhat.  🙂  Pretty sure Kevo is driving over tonight as well, so we’ll probably run down to Safeway and grab some China Express and rent a movie.  That, or J and I will introduce them to the glory that is the game of Munchkin.

Has anyone ever heard of this game?  I never had, and I was skeptical at first… but I just have to say, it’s the bomb-diggity.  I’d be curious to see if anyone else has ever played it.

Okay.  Those are my deep thoughts for today.

I am pretty confident that I’m going to be the worst blogger ever for a while.  My to-read and to-write lists are kind of on hold right now, with things being so busy.  Although there is much to look forward to in the next three months, I really look forward to the first full day Justin and I will have, post-wedding, post-honeymoon, post-moving-into-our-house.  I look forward to the moment when I think to myself, “What was I supposed to do today?  Oh, that’s right.  Jack-squat.”  I think we’re both looking foward to things quieting down somewhat.

Then, just maybe, I’ll have something of value to offer.  In the meantime, my apologies to you and cyberspace. 

It’s not you, it’s me.

picking up pennies

It is still the first week in January, and I’ve got great plans. I’ve been thinking about seeing. There are lots of things to see, unwrapped gifts and free surprises. The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But–and this is the point– who gets excited about a mere penny? If you follow one arrow, if you crouch motionless on a bank to watch a tremulous ripple thrill on the water and are rewarded by the sight of a muskrat kit paddling from its den, will you count that sight a chip of copper only, and go your rueful way?

It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won’t stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted in pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. What you see is what you get.

-Annie Dillard, from Pilgrim at Tinker Creek