Thursday, September 30, 2010
You know the kind. The one where it could be worse. It might get worse. But it will probably just stay in that realm of "good grief...did that just happen too?" It was like having a Monday on a Thursday. My phone rang off the hook, my computer was uncooperative, my coworker a tad snarky, and my keys stayed on my desk after I left the (locked) building around 6 - well after the majority of my coworkers had left. A day that would usually send me into a spiral of the blues.
But instead of putting on my sad face and eating the remaining 1/2 gallon of Dreyer's Cappuccino Chip Frozen Yogurt that is taunting me from the freezer... or worse...drinking all of this which is so clearly intended to share...
I am going to be pleased with the fact that I can sit on my couch....in my pajamas...enjoying a little bit of vino (from a previously opened bottle)...with my laptop...watching my favorite tv shows online.
So "Cheers" to Mondays on Thursdays. This sure beats sitting in the Starbucks parking lot to check my email.
Speaking of Starbucks, I might just have a little bit of that yogurt. I worked out yesterday after all!
Monday, September 27, 2010
Its a small office that has some great resources and nice people. I almost got to go in the field today...I even dressed the part...but alas, I sat at my desk and went through 700 emails and filled out paperwork.
My last 20 minutes of the day were the best. The Big Boss informed me that no one is really in charge of me. That I just have to take initiative. My mind is reeling with ideas of things I would like to do.
But first, I have some reading material to get through.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
The solitude of the trail. The peace bringing rushing of the river. No car horns, children screaming in my front yard, or perpetually waiting for the phone to give some sign of life.
Well, maybe I just needed those things. I am fairly certain Ellie just wanted to swim.
Ellie and I made our way up Nine Mile Canyon Road today into Kennedy Meadows for a lovely hike on the PCT along the South Fork of the Kern River. It was a little warm, but we were never very far from shade or water.
As promised, I made every attempt at timer pictures....most of which just turned out poorly.
In this one, I hit the button and then had to catch the camera.
In this one, I managed to get only myself and NOT the view upstream as I had intended. If you look at the photo above, you will see the view I was trying to give you at first. Of the river. Not down my shirt as it may appear.
In this one, I misjudged the direction of the camera, giving you a lovely view of the trail and a very tiny glimpse of me trying to get Ellie to pose.In this one, I tried to fix the previous shot, but the sun flare in the center sort of gets in the way.
In this one, I smudged the lens wiping off water drops and nearly lost my balance trying to prevent Ellie from launching herself into the river. Which she did immediately afterward.Ellie enjoyed herself thoroughly terrorizing trout and leading the charge down the trail.
She never got very far from me, and when she did, she stopped and waited for me to catch up. She may not be able to speak, but her facial expressions let me know that my bipedalism is truly my downfall.
My only retort to her sassiness - if she had opposable thumbs, we wouldn't have problems getting pictures.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
It is Saturday. It is hot. My house is officially unpacked except for 5 boxes meant for my new office.
So I went to the Maturango Museum to see what kind of area guides I could find.
I hear that though most of the rivers in this area were sucked dry by Los Angeles, there are some places I might be able to take Ellie for a swim. And perhaps take myself for a little hike.The trouble with (barely) knowing a total of 3 people in the area is that I am a little uncomfortable saying "Hey, wanna go for a hike?"
So tomorrow morning, I will cinch down my Chaco straps, load up some food and water, grab a headlamp (just in case...) and head out to Kennedy Meadows to be my own tour guide. I'll be sure to take lots of timer pictures...
Friday, September 24, 2010
The Sister Sleepover. (Okay, this was in OK in July, but I think its a funny picture of Sister).
….walking, squatting, lifting, running, jumping, tripping, kicking, and scooting myself, Ellie the Belly, and two trailers worth of my worldly possessions into a quaint duplex in an older part of town.
…shopping, buying, regretting the purchase, unpacking, repairing, building, arranging, rearranging, and re-rearranging my things into a space that has some semblance of home.
The Living Room.
The Boring Bedroom and Ellie under the Bed.
So here I am. My fourth full day in Ridgecrest on my own, two days from starting my new job, and I am finally feeling comfortable enough to sleep with only half of the lights in the house on (as opposed to all of them, plus flashlights, disco balls, and candles).
Oh, and in case you were wondering. I found the breaking of a beautiful dawn on Monday. It was quiet. A little lonely. But I think I'm going to be okay. Add a little time. Some fresh air. A dozen bars of very dark chocolate and a case of wine. Yep, I'll be fine.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
In this transition period the thought of trusting complete strangers in this town is a little scary. Who are they? What do they want? Why are they looking at me?
Today brought two lessons in the kindness of complete strangers.
Lesson 1. Home Depot - Kindness That is Not so Kind.
Have you ever been shopping in the Home Depot and cannot find a darn thing...and cannot find a darn employee to help you? That's usually my experience. Today was different! I was walking around looking for a drain stopper and not only one, not only two, but THREE clerks stopped what they were doing and walked me to the aisle with drain stoppers. I was pleased for the help. I realize it is their job, but it was so helpful, I was encouraged that perhaps Ridgecrest isn't such a bad place after all...until I got outside to my vehicle looked down at my shirt, and realized that the top button of my blouse had unexpectedly come undone, exposing a fair amount of...décolletage. Somewhat mortifying. And it made me realize that the kindness of those particular strangers was less than kind. (Though maybe just a tad bit flattering.)
Lesson 2. Goodwill - Kindness That is Kind
In an effort to save a little money and to have some furniture, I purchased an entertainment center from the Goodwill today. Unfortunately, I miscalculated the size of the unit and the size of the backseat of my vehicle. This was a vexing predicament given that I know a total of 3 people in
Saturday, September 18, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
And here I am.
Pulling myself up.
But then I got to thinking...."why stop at boots...my favorite and most functional shoes are my Chacos...and they also have straps."
So here they are.
My Chaco straps.
And here I am again.
Pulling myself up.
Alright. I'm ready. California, here I come!