Opening a Window

I am sad. My Sunday morning routine has been messed with. Normally on a Sunday, I wake up, turn on NPR, eat breakfast and generally putz around, then it's off to yoga. Sunday is a bona fide Anusara class. Not that my other weekly class isn't enjoyable, it's just not the same.

But this Sunday, I sit here, basking in the wonderful sun, knowing that it's not off to yoga I go. Yesterday's marathon mall walking really did me in and my foot is about three sizes too big. It woke me up constantly through the night. Heck, last nite I even broke down and took one of the "crazy pills" to keep the pounding at bay.

So, elevated, iced, and wrapped, it's up on a chair. No yoga for me.

I'm trying to see this as a chance to balance my checkbook, work on my latest story, finish the trashy novel I'm reading, or whatever. But I'm still kind of sad.

I wonder if, being on my feet for so many hours this week at the tradeshow means I can take some workers' comp time.... Hey, we're in the insurance biz, right?

Total Eclipse of the Crust

Tonite is a full moon. Historically, it is the Worm Moon - because the advent of spring whispers to the earthworms that it is time to start burrowing skyward. But it is also known as the Crust Moon, referring to the sheen of ice covering the world when the snow that has melted in the bright daylight sun freezes over during the colder nights.

I like the latter name better because it helps me believe that I am not the only one who has difficulty remaining upright on paved surfaces in March.

Tonite is also a total lunar eclipse. And while this has no scientific significance, I can't help but think that it has metaphysical and spiritual significance. Although I'm not sure what that would be...

I went for a walk to try and catch the actual eclipse, but it was too cloudy and the moon was hidden. I think I saw a crimson tinge to the clouds where the moon should have been, but that could be my overactive imagination. Still, it was nice to be out, walking around, under the stars and sky, contemplating the night.

And hopefully, no one saw when I fell down on a slick patch. Twice.

Observations

Recent observations:

Men should not wear spandex. Even while running. Really big men should really not wear spandex. Especially while running.

The size of the sandwich they make you at the Au Bon Pain will be in indirect proportion to how hungry you are.

On the days you are running late for work, your cat will find and eat the one rubber band you have not diligently thrown away, guaranteeing that you will spend at least ten minutes cleaning upchuck kitty.

And of course, the one time you want to sneak out past Napolean's radar screen is the one day he take the five o'clock flight instead of the four. Of course, if you happen to be dressed up that day, he'll think you're going on a job interview and maybe he'll give you a better raise...

The Business Card Waltz

I went to a meeting of a new nonprofit group last night, The Taproot Foundation. The idea behind the organization is great -- get professionals to donate their time and their functional skills to help nonprofits accomplish tasks they wouldn't be able to otherwise - build websites, send out annual reports, identify a brand. It's a chance for nonprofits to get pro bono help and a chance for professionals to use their skills for the greater good.

And network.

I hadn't even walked in the door before I was assaulted with the handshakes and the business cards. I was asked, "who are you and what do you do?" but what they really wanted to know was what could I do for them.

We went around the room giving introductions. Why were we here, what interested us in Taproot. The answers ranged from, "I'm unemployed and looking to build up my contacts" to "I want to get a new job and am looking to network" to "I need to beef up my resume to advance my career and I'm hoping to meet new people in the industry."

Well, at least we're honest.

I confess, I was there to meet people too. Except I'm just looking for friends - like-minded people interested in creating a better world in whatever way we can.

I shouldn't be surprised - ask professionals to give of their time and true to any business cost-benefit calculation, they'll figure out what they can get out of it. An extrapolation of Darwinism or The Selfish Gene, I suppose. But it would be nice to labor under the idea that sometimes we just do things because it's the right thing to do.

How are those rose colored glasses working for you, Kalesy?

Acclimating - a dialogue

Mr. Zips and I are slowly learning to co-habitate. He is, at this very moment, in bed and (hopefully) asleep. While I blog. And watch Futurama.

Yeah, Futurama. Bested only by Family Guy. (You can't deny kids Sex Ed. If you do, they get all confused. Just look at Michael Jackson. "The kid in me loves the frosting. But the adult in me loves the kid in me!")

Anyway, it's a happy compromise so long as I continue to kid myself that he wasn't expecting any action tonight. I know he was, but since he wasn't overt about it, I can labor under the misconception that he wasn't.

What was he thinking? I did 7 hours of intense asana this weekend. I can barely move, much less make hot monkey love.

In a somewhat related note, a friend of mine called the other day with the message, "Where are you when I need someone to talk me out of having sex? Call me!"

What was she thinking? Was she really expecting me to talk her OUT of having sex? I mean, seriously.

Kalesy does love her sex. As long as there isn't a long-time companion actually asking me for it.

What's wrong with this reality?