Thursday, September 27, 2007

fun-size happiness

1. The building manager replaced all our appliances with fresh-from-the-box, still-gotta-peel-the-plastic-off, factory-shiny new stuff! Oven, microwave, fridge, and dishwash. Everything. I heart our house.

2. My job means that sometimes I have to tour amazing hilltop houses and dig my feet into beachsand in the interests of the work.

3. The British call tech scouts "tech reccies" (short for "technical reconnaissance".)

4. I left the house in perfect order this morning - which means, of course, that it will be in perfect order when I return and I don't have to frown about the trash being full in the bin or the bed unmade. I'm saving a smile for later.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007


I'm keeping my head above water, which is good. I'm not sputtering, which feels nice.

Problem is, I don't like the feeling of just swinging my legs in eggbeaters under my body. I wanna swim. I want to feel the water sliding over my back, and my hands cutting deep and pulling hard, and the giddy flipper-sounds of my feet behind me. Even if it means breathing a little seawater.

I've been exhibiting these little spikes of fear, lately. I don't feel fear like this when I'm moving forward, no matter how scary the situations I'm moving through. It's mortal fear - fear of intertia and staleness.

And Bear, you're right. Fantasyland can be a dangerous place, once you stop just visiting and start camping out there - and then homesteading.

Friday, September 21, 2007


Because it lost a few dress sizes in data (thanks, Blogger), my blog got a new outfit today. If you were previously linked-to and care to be again, let me know.

The last couple of days have been stewing with mirror-house oddness. I got a call late on Wednesday, during the final moments of wrap on the last job, to start an unenviable new project (honestly, the least-enviable of unenviables) early the next morning. I went in the next morning to discover that it'd been cancelled - not altogether a shock - and decided to throw a bag together to enjoy the last warm moments at Joshua Tree with Bear before the fall rush rips us out of our little coccoon. We were spared a wet night, but were treated to a rather majestic electrical storm this morning.

I've got many things clanging around in my head. I will revisit this when their revelry has died down.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

signoff from the far, salty side of the world

Bouncing over the Twentynine Palms moonscape in the hushed moments before the sun rolled itself out from over the Iron Mountains, it felt like an adventure.

Crunching over great drifts of salt, which looked and sounded for all the world like hundred-and-eight degree felt like a trippy fever-dream.

Sitting down to the rest of my work three hours ago, it felt like mental housecleaning.

Tucking into this crackly hotel bed will feel really, really good for the moment or two I'm conscious enough to register such things.

Good night.