I woke up in my own bed this morning after a week at the beach, wondering: What is a vacation, really? Is it breaking the habitual patterns, and living pattern-less for a while? (I almost wrote: Living a more "natural" pattern.) Maybe. Let me just explore it here for a bit. I consider myself very … Continue reading A Whimsical Vacation
I didn't know what I wanted to be when I grew up until I was 51 years old. When I finally found “my thing" it wasn't the thing I thought it would be, and it certainly wasn’t anything anyone would ever pay me to do. But by that point, I didn't really care about money. … Continue reading 5 Things To Do While You Figure Out What You Want to Be When You Grow Up
This past weekend we took a fun + business-y little over-nighter trip to Rochester. I had an appointment on Saturday at the Apple store for a lesson on podcasting. People have asked me from time to time to make a yoga CD that they can use at home when they can't get to class. I … Continue reading November One-to-One
I started back with my writing group in Ithaca today. I thought long and hard about doing it this year because although I love it, the time commitment is intense: 3 hours of drive time, 2 hours of writing, lunch with Zee, shopping at Wegmans, and then home just in time to make my 5:30 … Continue reading Back to Ithaca
My "Fun Meter" has been trending heavily toward "Empty" lately, and this sad state of affairs has been bringing my Vibrometer readings down into the "Getting Things Done" range, rather than keeping it up in the "Radiant" range, where I like it. So in a desperate attempt to break this trend, G and Fred and … Continue reading Fun Meter
I don't know what it is, but every single time we go on an adventure, G winds up "saving the day" in some way. She remembers the key thing that everyone else forgets, or rescues someone from disaster, or has the right tool and/or the know-how to fix the car. So yesterday, on our big … Continue reading Solstice Bike Ride 2010
So, we are now experiencing a Hitchkokian plague of caterpillars here in the formerly serene, but now roaring, town of Manhole, and you know what? I am strangely okay with them. Everybody else is freaking the hell out, spraying, squishing, and ew-ing all over the place as they walk through curtains of caterpillars, picking them … Continue reading Caterpillars, ew.