Find it, please
We went on a walk today down by the river. It had been years since I walked along that portion of the James so it was nice to get a different perspective on the river.
While we were stopping for pictures we saw two kayakers who had flipped over and were in the water. Jeez. We stood anxiously while they maneuvered over to the rocks and were able to get back in their boats. They were smart–traveling together and wearing helmets. The James river has rocks in spades. Lots and lots of rocks.
When we got back to the parking lot, one of the kayakers was sitting with a towel wrapped around him. He still looked cold even though he was wearing protective gear.
So, there’s some work stuff going on that makes me tired. My work buddy and I talked today and we’re tired of the atmosphere. There are some people working really hard to keep moving forward and then there’s someone who is actively undermining. It doesn’t help that this person is in management. My work buddy and I are both in need of a vacation. I’m getting one of those soon–yay! Work buddy will have to figure out a mental health break.
Last Friday we held a happy hour at our house and it was super awesome. We’ve talked about having my department come over and so we invited everyone and some other folks too. We were thrilled to be able to open the back doors and let people mingle in the house or out on the deck. Hello, unseasonably warm days!
Our ability to estimate food needs some work, though. There were so many leftovers. The beer and wine leftovers were pretty significant too, but they’ll keep. I learned later that a girlfriend of a co-worker had been having a really bad day, but after coming to our party she felt much better…and no that wasn’t alcohol talking. It’s the tiny things, you know? People being happy is a good thing.
Tomorrow, the better-half and I are celebrating our 20th anniversary. Wow.
A coworker left her pointsettia behind when she left the company. No one was gifted the plant and so no one paid attention to it for months. I got sick of the plant languishing and moved it to my desk. Behold the power of TLC:
What have we been up to for the last three months? Working. Going out to dinner and listening to bands. That’s it. Wonder why content here is so light? That’s why.
Here’s our list of concerts so far this year:
1/12/2016–Matt Goss at Caesar’s Palace (I was alone for this one)
1/31/2016–Howie Day and Anna Rose (the two of us and a good friend)
2/6/2016–Mack Avenue Superband which included: Gary Burton, The Christian McBride, Tia Fuller, Christian Sands, Dominick Farinacci and Carl Allen (the two of us)
2/27/2016–Patty Griffin, Sara Watkins and Anais Mitchell with David Pulkingham (the two of us)
3/3/2016–Jesse Cook (the two of us and a good friend)
3/10/2016–Bonnie Raitt with California Honeydrops (the two of us and a good friend)
Holy cow was Bonnie Raitt good and she started with an INXS song. You know I nearly lost my mind.
I know. It’s been a bit of a dry spell here.
I just updated my reads page and realized that every book I’ve read or am reading this year has been written by a woman. Cool.
I went to Las Vegas last week for a conference. I can honestly say that I don’t need to go back. If the better-half and I ever go to the Grand Canyon, we could spend one night in Vegas and that would only be because of the stellar food. The rest of it is so over the top that it’s hard to describe. Sensory overload is too small of a phrase to describe it.
There was a SNAFU with my flights home so I flew to Dulles instead. As part of the SNAFU, I ended up with a window seat in the bigger seats up front (not first class, but better than the cattle call area). Lake Mead:
We took a walk through Hollywood Cemetery last weekend. I have no memory of ever doing this. It seems shocking when you consider how many historical sites we were dragged to as children. An interesting note, it was breezy and cold last Sunday when we walked through the cemetery. As I type this, the windows are open.
Hollywood Cemetery has something like 8,000 confederate soldiers buried in it. I grew up around here and have zero reverence for the debacle of 1861-1865. So, being me, I stood in the field of a gazillion small white stones and said aloud, “we have a black president and he’s in his second term”. Then, I swear to you, the earth churned as a bunch of really dead dudes rolled in their graves.