Thursday, July 15, 2010

Three Paragraphs and Cut Grass

Another late night after another long day. If I'm not careful, this is going to turn into a Les Miserables song.

Suffice it to say that the most productive components of my day involved writing a three paragraph letter (again and again and again) and eliminating as many weeds as possible from the backyard. I am slowly becoming an expert at running my landlord's ridiculously tempestuous lawnmower, which is evident in the buzz cut my grass got today.

In other news, I still really love ordering wings at the end of a long day (college, how you spoiled me), my phone charger is going to need some kind of St. Anthony intercession, and the algae blocker seems to have saved my fish tank from ruin.

This coming week is going to be the definition of an agonizing workload as one of the three people on my team is leaving on vacation for a week and I am her back-up. The House and Senate are going to mark up the appropriations bill, a new round of primaries are going to cause a round of mailings and promotions for one of our voter education initiatives, and the president of our non-profit is about to leave on a month of vacation (wouldn't that be nice?) so there is bound to be an insane amount of scurrying to get things done.

However, instead of dwelling on it in advance, I am mentally preparing myself with an awesome weekend. Outdoor movie tomorrow, farmer's market on Saturday, choir on Sunday and mornings without alarm clocks. Speaking of alarm clocks, I'll catch you on the flip side.

Love always,

P.S. Lou is so wise (and timely). "When all is said and done, more is said than done." ~Lou Holtz

Tuesday, July 13, 2010


Things in Heather-land are changing. Big changes, small changes, the sorts of things you sit up and take notice of and the sorts of things you forget ten minutes later.

Let's start at the beginning: I am dating someone. As in, using the boy/girlfriend titles and sharing secrets and sneaking kisses in elevators; dating someone. I'm in a Relationship. I promised myself I would never become one of those girls who disappeared into a relationship, so my schedule has become even more insanely full than it was before. I don't mind even one, minuscule bit though, because he makes me ecstatically, emphatically happy.

(It occurs to me I should ask his permission to use his name or a derivation thereof, so I'm holding on further boyfriend storytelling for the moment.)

This has been a big change. Other big changes are going on at work, where people are dropping like flies. Not literally, but including interns and fellows, at least six of my colleagues will have left the organization between last week and the end of August. This is a big deal in an organization that hovers in the 20 person staff range. I love that we constantly seem to have new people and fresh ideas flowing into the organization, but some of the upcoming changes are probably going to mean an increase and dynamics change in the work-flow of my team.

Small changes are happening in how I handle my utilities (cable & phone). Volleyball is on hiatus until the non-air-conditioned gym cools down or we find a place with AC to play. I've been checking out new churches that are closer to my house. My exercise and weight reduction regimens are beginning again with the goal of hitting my target by 2011. I'm reading more. I'm cooking a LOT more. My garden is growing exceedingly fast and will be providing delicious produce in bushels soon.

The thing I'm trying to remember (as R emphasized earlier), is that there aren't lines between parts of my life - all of these new things are merging with the things that were there before. If my life was a highway, I'd say that I've come up on a city and there are way more on and off ramps going on in this little stretch of road.

So far I like it.

When I first learned to drive, I was terrible at merging. Life in the city and WAY too many trips up and down I-95 have improved my ability to slide safely into oncoming traffic. My life is similar. I'm not a huge fan of change (for the sake of change anyway), but change seems to find me. The older I get, the easier it becomes to transition between things. To remember that rough patches don't last forever, traffic clears up, and tires are replaceable. With all this literal and figurative merging, it's also nice to know I've now got someone to ride with me for awhile.