Margaritaville

I have left behind the drudgery of my previous life.

I now work in an office (though this seems an odd thing to call such a place) where we have margaritas on Friday afternoons and people go around singing obscure 80s songs, or show tunes, or made up songs about their day. There is almost unending flexibility in schedules but this is combined with enough work to keep us all busy for much more than 40 hours a week. I feel unflaggingly happy to be here.

I may, on occasion, complain about work: about being too busy; about the level of non-organization that sometimes comes with it; about some of the day-to-day. But please remember (and please remind me) that I can drink margaritas here...and listen to 80s music or show tunes.... or just sing about the pencil sharpener.

Ack! Where' d he go?!

I just went to check on one of my regular reads and he wasn't there! Wow - I experienced a strange bit of panic just then. Can you put out a missing person's report based on someone's blog disappearing?

stuttering

I have signed in and started about 5 different posts today. None of them stayed. My brain (or my fingers) want to write but everything comes out mush... uninteresting mush at that ( or that one time: far too personal mush). Nothing seems witty or exciting or fun so I will leave the blogging for another day.

not enough time

* new job * packing * Festival * friends * disc golf * packing * bingo volunteers * schedule festival * car fixed * babysitting * disc golf * friends * music * blog * work * Festival * packing * moving * pick up that * drop off this * send that *

too much stuff going on.... must stop scheduling every moment...

Filled to bursting with happy...

I was going to write about the happy but Jess did such a good job that I kinda feel like I'm plagiarizing but I have to save the memory in this more concrete way so I can look back on it and remember what that felt like...

I thought about one or two missing pieces and how much I'd love to hear the ocean behind the crackle of the fire. I had a moment of anticipatory sadness, thinking about future missing pieces. But I believe it was good that those things were there because if the evening had made me smile any wider, laugh any harder or try to contain any more happiness inside, I believe I would have hurt myself in some way.

I can not explain why it felt so good to be surrounded by those people at that time. To be unendingly overjoyed with each new song that was played, each snippet of conversation had and overheard, each cheerful glance across the fire. I have no "I enjoyed it because..." I can not intellectualize it in any way. It was simply one of those moments when everything felt exactly RIGHT and nothing else mattered for that one fleeting moment in time. I just know I was unbelievably, uncontainably happy.

I just know I am eternally grateful for that moment.

Thanks be to all of you who were there. And thanks be for all of you as well. Hugs to you all and much love.