pack rat

We are cleaning up our work areas. I have a really hard time with this. I think way too long and hard about every extra nail, key, photo, business card, remote control, charger, etc.....
because, really, what if you need it later???? what then????
I get slightly panicked throwing things away. It makes me anxious.
So I sit, in this place of supposed work, looking at rubber ducks with party hats, assorted lengths of rope (???), VHS tutorials and excercise videos, boxes of rejected resumes, hawaiian leis....and think I should just box it up for another day. I could even wrap it up in harley davidson wrapping paper, as it's handy here in my desk drawer.

the Spain way

Talking with some co-workers over Thai tonight, I remembered how much I love Spain. Spain was the reason I ended up being in Eurpoe 5 months instead of 8 weeks. I love how deliberate life is in Spain. I love how the dayparts make more sense...wake, work, sleep, eat big, dance/drink, sleep. It appeals to me on so many levels. I love that the Spainish don't long for siestas, they just have them---it's the natural progression of a day. I love that when you go to a bullfight they give you the choice of the sun or the shade....they don't trick you into just BUYing a ticket at all costs, leaving you to discover your poor seating choice. I love Spanish art and architecture and the variance of countryside that's SO refreshing after the abudance of small, identical countries to the north.
So oddly, yes, eating Thai (nose still sweating btw) churned the more than fond reminders of the way of Spain.

vexed

I waffle between overwhelmed and bored. Do I find good music and daydream the day away? Do I hunker down, ignore the singing blue sky and check off items on the to-do list? Quandry. I'm here to muse, really for my own satisfaction; hopefully will remember the great release that words used to provide---way back in the grand, great hey-dey of personal philosophy.
That being said, today I will finish work, wince and sweat through an hour with my personal trainer (upper body today-ug), pick up my glowing 8 year old and assist in a Girl Scout cookie booth, make it home in time to dive into the bag of books I grabbed and skimmed at the library yesterday and then put Friday to rest. Might eat and shout a fleeting hello at my husband and young son along the way. And so the weekend begins.