Life is good. I was feeling particularly blessed today. I have amazing friends. I was able to help a good friend who had car trouble and on my way to work another dear friend called to invite me to their annual family & friends bbq swim party on the 4th. I feel so loved. 
Yes, its about 2am and I ought to be asleep. However, for those that know me, you know that I am an extreme night owl.
I was cleaning and organizing (a sort of therapy for my mind) and came across a list I made for myself a year ago yesterday along with a partial journal entry.
What was on the list and in the journal entry didnt shock me so much - the thoughts were fairly familiar and the tasks could have been written yesterday. What gave me reason to pause was the fact that its been a year.
A year.
Time comes and goes with little control. I have lightly reflected on the last year and resolved to be more aware of my minutes and happy in my heart. Because in another year, that time will have passed, I will be that much older and just as close or as far from the place I'd like to be.
Its funny how that works.
In my 7th grade zoology class, Mr. R had a quote that has stuck with me over the 15 years since sitting in room 4b.
time will pass, will you?
Nothing says pithy like dissection mixed with the smell of formaldehyde. All the same, its never a question of time, its a question of what we do with it.
Here's to another year better spent.
Today is a day we celebrate Fathers. Publicly.
I have always felt a little funny about these types of holidays. Not because I dont love or appreciate my father, but because I feel like that celebration should be more than just a perfunctory holiday. (that word is for you dad). I hope that my father knows of my love and appreciation on a day-to-day basis, not just once a year.
Since today is a day of celebration & honor, I want to express those things towards my father.
He has loved me - unconditionally, even when I didnt know how to return that love, what that love meant or even how to hug. A patient man. He has taught me how to garden, use tools, build and fix things, expand on my creative ideas and how to maintain dignity. I have learned to temper myself as I watch him hold his tongue in situations where words would be an easy, but destructive comeback. I have learned to be strong and resolute, to believe in myself and to enjoy the rich blessings of the gospel & of service.
These are a few of my favorite things. Oh, yes. Music. I have enjoyed the Simmons tradition of bursting into song frequently. And making up lyrics to well-known songs to suit the situation. I have appreciated his dry humor, comical antics, wonderful bear hugs, delicious cooking and a whole lot more.
I would write more, but I cant for two reasons. One, he's not dead. Its simply Fathers day. We're not memorializing him folks! And two, I have church responsibilities to run off too. I am after all, his daugher and a "Simmons girl" which brings responsibility and active participation in life & in the chuch.
So, I love you dad and hope that my well-lived life is a tribute to your Fatherhood.
So, I wish I had a camera attached to my car...
I was driving through Rocklin on my way to Folsom early this evening when I was very distracted and mildly blinded by a gigantic metal rooster. It could have very well been a chicken. I couldnt stare too long for fear of causing an accident. It was very bizarre folks. A huge shiny, silvery statue in the middle of suberbia. Huh?
Atop a barn, it could have made sense. But topping a stucco mall marquis? In Granite Bay? Hardly the the place one references for agricultural roots.
Again, I wish I had a camera.
Its a beautiful night.
I am one of those strange Cali girls that loves the warm, warm summer nights.
Its warm, but not humid. Comfortable, but not hot. The air smells of damp asphalt. The moon shines mischievously acknowledging my wide-awake creative musings and impulse to dance barefoot in the street.
Welcome California summer. I am glad you are finally here.
I've missed you.
Well, folks, can you tell my vacation ended? This was my first week back at work. I havent posted at all this week!!!! There is quite a bit to catch up on, but last nights bit was quite funny.
Some friends and I gathered at a downtown restaurant to celebrate a birthday. As the evening ensued, we got to talking about the "updates" on each others lives. You know, the casual "what is the deal with your life" questioning. Which loosely translated means "who are/arent you dating, how is work, etc."
As we went around the circle of 5, we discussed dating, employment and the general lack of noise in our social lives. When it came my turn, I tried to minimize my ambivalent situation by using the ol' bait and switch tactic. (I learned to hone that skill during my political days...) I simply stated that life was fine and that I wasnt dating anyone. Then I tried to move it along to the next person.
eeks.
They wanted to know just what was going on with work.
It was too hard to keep the natural fall of words from tumbling out. After a brief explanation I sumised that I needed a new job, was trying to decide if I wanted to go back to school, how to be a musician, and if I wanted to stay in Sac. But, I mean, life is good. I laughed. Everyone laughed.
I said, pretty much I am in transition. Big unknown transition.
Then one of the girls asked "When do we arrive?"
Folks, we dont.
Then another friend commented "I work with high risk inmates in a maximum detention facility. I just got my engagement broken off for unknown reasons and I live in the small town of Merced. I've arrived."
Yep. Thats the story of us 20 & 30- somethings.
I'll let you know when I have arrived.
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