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Happy May Day!
My hands are stained a saffron yellow from picking up fallen lilly blossoms off our table. The pink Mexican evening primrose i picked last night keep company with the last two blooms from the bouquet i bought to greet Christine on her return.
Yesterday i spent most of the work day doing meta-work, reviewing to-do lists, prioritizing, etc. It's hard to tell when meta-work is really productive and when it's procrastination. Yesterday felt on the edge of procrastination, but it was so luscious to have an essentially meeting free day! I looked at "self training" for the next three months pulling all the different opportunities together and comparing them against each other and my schedule. I hope by balancing out the "training" events i can be more intentional about why i am taking them.
A grumble: why can i now expect two trips to Ohio during my SAD season, and a final one in March just as i'm coming out of it? I wonder how different my wheel of the year would be if i was traveling in late summer or autumn?
New Director has asked to connect to me on LinkedIn. Since i was nagging him yesterday about a crisis we're going to be in twenty days if we don't have a consultant on board immediately, i decided i would accept. I'll drop him in a bit. He identified me as a "Friend," leaving me perplexed why i'm not a "colleague."
Driving home i began listening to an Audible Mary Russell novel. I have been saving those for air travel, but -- why? Why save these novels that delight me? Yes, there are a limited number, but instead of the bon-bon short fiction on the way home, why not this significant feast? Something i can remember?
I'll see what listening in tiny installments does to my enjoyment. The joy of long audio books on the plane is the pleasure of nearly uninterrupted crochet while listening all day. I disappear into the sensory world of the author, insulating myself from the indignities and unpleasantries of plane travel.
My hands are stained a saffron yellow from picking up fallen lilly blossoms off our table. The pink Mexican evening primrose i picked last night keep company with the last two blooms from the bouquet i bought to greet Christine on her return.
Yesterday i spent most of the work day doing meta-work, reviewing to-do lists, prioritizing, etc. It's hard to tell when meta-work is really productive and when it's procrastination. Yesterday felt on the edge of procrastination, but it was so luscious to have an essentially meeting free day! I looked at "self training" for the next three months pulling all the different opportunities together and comparing them against each other and my schedule. I hope by balancing out the "training" events i can be more intentional about why i am taking them.
A grumble: why can i now expect two trips to Ohio during my SAD season, and a final one in March just as i'm coming out of it? I wonder how different my wheel of the year would be if i was traveling in late summer or autumn?
New Director has asked to connect to me on LinkedIn. Since i was nagging him yesterday about a crisis we're going to be in twenty days if we don't have a consultant on board immediately, i decided i would accept. I'll drop him in a bit. He identified me as a "Friend," leaving me perplexed why i'm not a "colleague."
Driving home i began listening to an Audible Mary Russell novel. I have been saving those for air travel, but -- why? Why save these novels that delight me? Yes, there are a limited number, but instead of the bon-bon short fiction on the way home, why not this significant feast? Something i can remember?
I'll see what listening in tiny installments does to my enjoyment. The joy of long audio books on the plane is the pleasure of nearly uninterrupted crochet while listening all day. I disappear into the sensory world of the author, insulating myself from the indignities and unpleasantries of plane travel.
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