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Fanciful Fall

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Well, hello. Fancy meeting you here, and in autumn, no less . . .

Seems I’ve quite taken to months’long sabbaticals.

I’d like to say this last one was mindful–that I took the time to frolic, and lounge about, and pen a great American novel or two; but, alas . . .

Work has been nutty (much like the world, it seems). That means I’ve either been frantic in my attempt to catch up, or dogged in my determination to vegetate and otherwise forget about to-dos and deadlines.

There must be a middle ground, certainly.

And I remain intent on finding it.

Until then, I shall simply pop in to say hello; I missed you; and I hope this finds you well.

As we saunter into the first full weekend of autumn, may the days be gracious–a safe place to land, as it were: alight with color, and replete with good food, warm beverages, noble friends, and thoughtful conversation.

xo

Act two

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My, but the month of May did outdo itself this year . . . 

It began with a perfectly delightful May Day, leading right in to a lovely sixth month anniversary. For the most part, the sun shone, and the skies were blue; there were some spectacular thunderstorms, too. We enjoyed visits from friends and family, marked by good food and moments of hilarity. And it ended with back-to-back adventures–one with just the two of us, and one with a few of the people we love most of all.

Perfection, I tell you.

Seems this month has some mighty big shoes to fill.

Of course, I’ve long been a fan of the month of June. Perhaps it’s the anticipation of summer lovin’ or lazy afternoons; perhaps it’s the sight of trees and flowers in all their fanciful finery; perhaps it’s the fact it marks the mid-way point of the year. Whatever the case, it’s a month alight with promise. (We’ve still six months to get it right!)

So here’s to you, and the second act of the year. May it start out strong, with nothing but goodness in the days ahead; and may it build steam from there . . . so when it’s all said and done, you’ll find an ovation worthy performance, indeed.

xo

Future’s so bright

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The weather seems to have finally made a turn for the better. Of course, it also seems to have skipped right over spring, and planted its toes firmly in the warm grass of summer. Still, it’s glorious. And everyone seems to be taking full advantage by digging weeds and planting flowers, packing picnics and taking long walks in the park.

After months holed up in of doors, you just never know what you might see.

Take work, for instance. The windows outside our cubicles overlook the bus depot. There’s usually not much to report; but yesterday, the view afforded a plethora of free entertainment.

Our personal favorite: the lady dedicated to getting her groove on. She began right outside the depot. After tripping the light fantastic (and falling off the curb) she collected herself, sashayed her way across the street, and continued to dance in front of the funeral home. Her repertoire was vast, and she didn’t miss a beat: she bobbed and boogied, jumped and jived; she swayed and shimmied. At one point, she even grabbed hold of the bus stop marker and did a wee (yet relatively impressive) pole dance.

I’m hard pressed to think of a more entertaining fifteen minutes of my career.

With that, I hope the days ahead provide you revelry all your own: may you put on some good music and dance like no one is watching; may your heart feel light, and may you spread nothing but joy to those around you.

Happy weekend, my friends.

xo

P.S. I’m fairly certain I need these shades from Warby Parker. Supposedly, they’ve a narrow fit; yet I remain dubious.

Nutty good fun

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Remember last week, when I mentioned Brewer’s Nuts from City Peanut Shop? Well, I did take a wee jaunt to their storefront; in addition to Brewer’s Nuts, I picked up a package of Pistolero Porter Nuts. Oh, my . . . they’re so good. So good!

If you’re looking for an Idaho-themed gift, or maybe something to munch on whilst watching baseball, I highly recommend.

In other news: I work in what’s fondly referred to as the big brown box. That’s a bit of a misnomer, mind you. Sure, the building is boxy and the exterior walls are brown–but it’s heavy on windows. With an atrium gracing the lobby, it boasts suspended walkways that jet out from a central elevator hub. That means, you can look down upon the people below whilst walking hither and yon.

The other day, for instance: as I walked back from the break room, I glanced down to see one of the plant ladies preparing to walk a tree through the automatic revolving doors. “Well, that’s impressive,” thought I (as I can barely time it right to get myself in and out without injury). No sooner had the thought flitted across my mind than I noticed the plant lady and tree trunk stuck, as in a fishbowl; the tree top, on the other hand, remained in of doors . . . it’s greenery flailing about in shocked dismay. I actually guffawed . . . out loud . . . with nary a soul around me.

Sometimes, it’s the little things.

As it happens, that’s what I wish for you–the little things that make for a grand weekend: treats, and laughter, and nutty good fun.

Happy weekend, my friends!

xo

Time to Par Tee

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Well, it’s time once again for the Masters Golf Tournament in Augusta, Georgia.

Sure, you may be like me the first forty-three years of my life, and pay it no mind. But do take heed–you just never know when you’ll marry someone who views these four days in April as something akin to Christmas.

That said, I’ve been brushing up on my golf clap and speaking in hushed tones. I’d break out my khakis and collared shirts, if only I had them (thankfully, the dress code for my couch is much more slack).

Now that company’s arrived, we’re down to picking up a few snack items (Brewer’s nuts from City Peanut Shop, anyone?). After that, we’ve no recourse, but to settle in and enjoy the show.

With that, I wish you a spectacular weekend. May you be surrounded by a few of your favorite people; may you be afforded the luxury of partaking in a few of your favorite activities. And when all’s said an done, may you find the hours so memorable, you can’t help but feel the champion.

xo

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Image: Golf wall decor from Burlap Print Art.