The Family

It’s always so much easier to intend to do something than it is to do it. I am going to take this time when Luke is away to remake myself, i say, I believe. I look forward to that time with calm intention. Only it is not working out. Why did i think it would?

The first few days after i got home from NM i excused by lack of proper diet behavior because there is always a let-down after i return from a trip, and always a couple of days of panic eating when i know i am going to restrict myself. (Like i think i am never ever going to have ice cream again) Accepting the inevitability of this behavior actually makes it less intense, so it was not bad.

On the third day i woke thinking today is the day. I was calm and free of compulsion.

But i am not doing it!!!! I wish i understood myself.

Balancing Act

The parking at work is a gravel lot. There was some debate about having it paved, but that would require the removal of shade providing trees. I’ll take gravel and shade over pavement and blistering sun.

One of the nice things about having gravel is the creativity it allows. I could rake it into paths, but that would probably take longer than my lunch hour. I also doubt the work folk would appreciate me turning our parking lot into a zen garden. I could also smooth out a section and do some rock art; a big smily face perhaps. Best if I could do the entire parking lot before satelite imagry was taken, for pure entertainment value. The last thing that came to mind was attempting to stack some of the rocks. Rock stacking is an art. I’ve seen beach pictures of a stack five or six large rocks high. I had quite enough trouble with the two rocks I did balance. Adding a third proved to be beyond me. Perhaps it was rock choice, but I now have a new lunch hour hobby.