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I've spent my free time looking through my photos, looking for photos of Premy. I finally found the photos i was looking for this morning. They are the black and white ones in the flickr collection at http://www.flickr.com/photos/elainegreycats/tags/premy/ .
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Yesterday i put in a good long day and then had an evening committee meeting at the Meetinghouse. This morning Christine and i went out and played a round of golf at the 9 hole par 3 course. It was fun -- being in the sun and trying something new for me and that Christine really enjoys. I did feel annoyed by the way the foursome after us hovered: we were having to wait for the three some ahead of us.
I am now sore.
I will do it again -- indeed, my team is planning a "team building exercise" at that very course, which was part of the motivation of playing the round. Christine really enjoyed it too, and i suspect it was good exercise. We've bought a second putter. It seems we don't need two of the chipping clubs (pitching iron, Christine says), but i think we'd be a little faster off the green if we each had a putter.
Christine is making noises about needing a full set of clubs from the same vendor. Oy.
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On Thursday, it was a sunny, clear morning with dew heavy on the walkway railings and the car. Due to traffic on 101, i took 280, winding back through the hills along the eastern edge of the San Andreas fault. The marine layer was cresting over the hills like foam in a beer stein. As i noted a hawk on fence post near Stanford i had fond memories of driving the commute years ago and counting hawks.
At the office water feature there were many gulls, a couple egrets, a small flock of coots,a diving duck or two, a cormorant, and a little further away, a brown pelican.
On Friday evening, as i drove to a committee meeting just after sunset, i realized we were just at the equinox. (September 22, 10:49 A.M. EDT) I'm not sure i can sense any "harvest" in my life, just now. On what should i meditate? How shall i observe the change in season?
... Queries: What are my blessings this year? What is my internal harvest? What accomplishments have i brought to fruition that I am proud of? -- 2003 October Friends Journal...
I watch myself reflect and discard and i wonder how much of the impostor syndrome i have. My team has produced a great deal of good work. There are just so many "buts" -- but the team that was supposed to be using it is late, but then we found out the spec was too general and wouldn't apply to any implementations in reality, but what did *i* have to do with that?
Harumph. I wonder how many patriarchs of farm families discounted livestock cared for and herded by staff, discounted fields tilled, sown, and reaped by their children as not their harvest. How many CEOs look at the end of quarter earnings and think, "That's not directly my harvest, but the efforts of all the people in the company."
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Yesterday i put in a good long day and then had an evening committee meeting at the Meetinghouse. This morning Christine and i went out and played a round of golf at the 9 hole par 3 course. It was fun -- being in the sun and trying something new for me and that Christine really enjoys. I did feel annoyed by the way the foursome after us hovered: we were having to wait for the three some ahead of us.
I am now sore.
I will do it again -- indeed, my team is planning a "team building exercise" at that very course, which was part of the motivation of playing the round. Christine really enjoyed it too, and i suspect it was good exercise. We've bought a second putter. It seems we don't need two of the chipping clubs (pitching iron, Christine says), but i think we'd be a little faster off the green if we each had a putter.
Christine is making noises about needing a full set of clubs from the same vendor. Oy.
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On Thursday, it was a sunny, clear morning with dew heavy on the walkway railings and the car. Due to traffic on 101, i took 280, winding back through the hills along the eastern edge of the San Andreas fault. The marine layer was cresting over the hills like foam in a beer stein. As i noted a hawk on fence post near Stanford i had fond memories of driving the commute years ago and counting hawks.
At the office water feature there were many gulls, a couple egrets, a small flock of coots,a diving duck or two, a cormorant, and a little further away, a brown pelican.
On Friday evening, as i drove to a committee meeting just after sunset, i realized we were just at the equinox. (September 22, 10:49 A.M. EDT) I'm not sure i can sense any "harvest" in my life, just now. On what should i meditate? How shall i observe the change in season?
I watch myself reflect and discard and i wonder how much of the impostor syndrome i have. My team has produced a great deal of good work. There are just so many "buts" -- but the team that was supposed to be using it is late, but then we found out the spec was too general and wouldn't apply to any implementations in reality, but what did *i* have to do with that?
Harumph. I wonder how many patriarchs of farm families discounted livestock cared for and herded by staff, discounted fields tilled, sown, and reaped by their children as not their harvest. How many CEOs look at the end of quarter earnings and think, "That's not directly my harvest, but the efforts of all the people in the company."
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