day
FIRST I woke up early but well rested and lay in bed for nearly an hour listening to NPR between warm blankets and pillows And It Was Good.Downstairs over the kitchen sink is a line of yellow-labeled glass bottles that I have been setting up over the past two months (or more) in anticipation of Spring, and one of my housemates had filled each with water and a flower, in a way entirely different than what I imagined and entirely joyful. It was Also good.
I’m wearing a skirt today so on my bike ride to work I did not need the little velcro cuff clip that always gets tight before I’ve even crossed the river, and it wasn’t raining, and it wasn’t windy, and I’m in good shape from weekend adventures, so I pulled up to the Portland building with minimal sweaty breathlessness and this, Too, was good.
At the tenth floor elevator lobby I turned left instead of right-towards-the-reception-desk, and used my special ID card to click open the back office door, and this is Always good.
I met with my boss and showed him the results of last week’s mapping and site visits, and he said Great. And then he asked me to go speak about brownfields at an upcoming conference, and I’m not kicking ass yet but I’m floundering less, at least, and this, Let Me Tell You, is good.
At half past noon I ate yogurt on my favorite step in Pioneer Courthouse Square, and finally cracked a John Muir book that I have been holding for years but have hesitated about because of all the warnings that he is inspiring in ideas but dense in prose, and instead he says things like I am not employed by any one except just myself. I love all kinds of plants, and I came down here to these Southern States to get acquainted with as many of them as possible. And That! Is good.
In the afternoon I was invited to a brainstorming session for a new redevelopment program, and I successfully made the case that said program should be called the Rapid Such-and-Such Program rather than the Accelerated Such-And-Such Program, and I usually freeze up when put on the spot for words (because words and I get along better when it’s just us and a stretch of time) but somehow I found Rapid, and Rapid, In This Case, is good.
And now I am going to bike home under a sky that is one hour lighter than before, and sit on my porch and eat a very sweet, round, orange sort of orange that my friend brought back all the way from California and passed from her hand to mine, and it is going to taste like the sun and like promise, and sometimes after a week of mulling I remember that a day is made of one small wonder after another, and what is better than that?
posted by tortaluga @ 5:12 PM
2 Comments:
You're ridiculous.
In an awesome and poetic sort of way.
ephraim
i'll take it!
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