Today was an incredible mixed bag. I rested well - surprisingly, under recent circumstances - and woke early. Now, I'm a lolligagger, and if i figure I'm feeling good and I've got an hour before I need to rise and shine and be about my father's business, that hour is my time.
Most mornings, I use this time to plan my day. I anticipate the day's events and visualize them in the way I would like to have them come about. This morning, I woke well before the alarm. Although the drapes were drawn, I did noticed that the sun had not yet risen. A few pillow adjustments later, I grabbed the blackberry and looked at the e-mails that came in since I went to sleep. I read my partially displayed horoscope. (If my memory serves me, I was supposed to have found love today. Darn. Another action item not followed up on .) I grabbed the corner of the drape and pulled it open. Although I recently closed up and put on the air conditioning, I was still able to hear the whistle of the cardinal. This morning was no exception, as I lay in bed, gazing through the gap in the drapes at the tan limbs against the blue sky. The young leaves danced in the wind. Suddenly, center stage, a large male cardinal appeared. He whistled, he perched, he posed, and he flew. I knew he came for me as a symbol of the Universe working her magic,; I have a fondness for birds,.
My work day was a train wreck. What I could control, I did. I forgot to figure in all the other loose cannons in my reality. (AKA, elected officials, but we won't go there).
When i came home for lunch I noticed several plants in Michelle's garden that were draught damned. (wilted). I didn't even go inside. I kicked off the sandals and grabbed the hose. Lunch hour became waterhour.
When I returned to the office after lunch, ..well, it was a compounded train wreck. I was just happy to leave at 6:00 PM. As I went for my bike, I saw a female coworker at the bike rack unlocking her bike . We shared pleasantries along with my detail of using saw horses to prop up my kayak, fill it with water, and find the leaks. As we chatted about techniques, I discovered that I had a flat tire on my bike.
WALK -A - WALK - A - WALK
Walked the bike home. Daughter's gone with the car. Hell, Shell, I says. Pour a long martini, go outside and GARDEN!
Tomorrow is another day, isn't it ?
This approach works well with known events.
I"ve digressed. Today ran like a spunky two year old.