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The sweet gum at end of the sidewalk is beginning to change to a dark burgundy. The oleander hedge at the street corner barely has any blossoms, but the blue highway flowers are still in bloom. As i drive around the suburban streets, i see bright glowing trees full of autumn color. Here and there a tree is mostly bare, and some trees are still just beginning to turn. Even a row of the same trees on the same street show strong variations.
A colleague and i discussed plane trees. He dismissed them as dull and uninteresting, particularly their dull autumn foliage. I didn't have time to rebut. I find them participating in the full scope of autumn: the leaves develop a green gold tint earlier than other trees change, and the leaves hang on the trees when other trees are bare. True, they are crayola bright, but they act as a chorus behind soloists in red and yellow.
Saturday morning, out to the Farmer's market, was a glorious blue sky morning. This morning at 7 am, the world outside seems silent in a blanket of fog. Mt Hamilton's cameras show the skies clear above this layer of low clouds.
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I'm such a bundle of blues and anxiety. My calendar makes me anxious: meetings, travel, jury duty. Is it that out of line with my "normal?" I doubt it, but i've managed to feel overwhelmed. Then i look at the hats i've made for my nephews -- shaped like straw boaters with a decorated round top -- and i criticize and criticize. They're too big in diameter, to shallow in depth. What boy would want to wear them? Why can't i just accept that they're a token and move on?
Somehow not having an idea for my father's gift is getting to me.
Why must i always wind myself up like this? It's not rational, it's not real. No lions, tigers, or bears at my back.
I crochet slowly, i'm unproductive, i live in a pig sty, i ache, i'm a waste of resources, i have too much stuff, i never finish things, i'm always late with stuff, i take forever to get myself mentally agreeable for seeing folks, ...
OK so, let's counter act that, OK?
L says i'm not mean (i really needed that). L says i'm very present with people. Long ago staff member RF told me i was an inspirational manager & DRR says RF wouldn't make that up.
(I have hounded staff into quitting.)
TK@Meeting thinks i will make a good Meeting Clerk. Christine & i have a really good relationship. I'm learning how to manage my boundaries.
Well, i'll keep working on that.
A colleague and i discussed plane trees. He dismissed them as dull and uninteresting, particularly their dull autumn foliage. I didn't have time to rebut. I find them participating in the full scope of autumn: the leaves develop a green gold tint earlier than other trees change, and the leaves hang on the trees when other trees are bare. True, they are crayola bright, but they act as a chorus behind soloists in red and yellow.
Saturday morning, out to the Farmer's market, was a glorious blue sky morning. This morning at 7 am, the world outside seems silent in a blanket of fog. Mt Hamilton's cameras show the skies clear above this layer of low clouds.
--==∞==--
I'm such a bundle of blues and anxiety. My calendar makes me anxious: meetings, travel, jury duty. Is it that out of line with my "normal?" I doubt it, but i've managed to feel overwhelmed. Then i look at the hats i've made for my nephews -- shaped like straw boaters with a decorated round top -- and i criticize and criticize. They're too big in diameter, to shallow in depth. What boy would want to wear them? Why can't i just accept that they're a token and move on?
Somehow not having an idea for my father's gift is getting to me.
Why must i always wind myself up like this? It's not rational, it's not real. No lions, tigers, or bears at my back.
I crochet slowly, i'm unproductive, i live in a pig sty, i ache, i'm a waste of resources, i have too much stuff, i never finish things, i'm always late with stuff, i take forever to get myself mentally agreeable for seeing folks, ...
OK so, let's counter act that, OK?
L says i'm not mean (i really needed that). L says i'm very present with people. Long ago staff member RF told me i was an inspirational manager & DRR says RF wouldn't make that up.
(I have hounded staff into quitting.)
TK@Meeting thinks i will make a good Meeting Clerk. Christine & i have a really good relationship. I'm learning how to manage my boundaries.
Well, i'll keep working on that.