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The Way I See It #76

The irony of commitment is that it's deeply liberating - in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Monsoon Season Has Come Early This Year

Flat, heavy gray skies and unfamiliar humidity . . . temperatures are fully 10-15 degrees below normal and my favorite woman meteorologist says this may be the first June since the weather has been recorded where we may not have one day that reaches 100. Driving to work on a north-south street, I was able to rubberneck at Red Rock. It was rather surreal because all the rock formations that are so familiar were right there. But all the vivid hues had left and only gray remained. Blech!

Mother Badger e-mailed throughout the day yesterday. She's cleaning out "stuff" again and has many things to send to me when the Badger goes to Phoenix next week. He doesn't know it yet, but she intends to fill the Prius for the return trip with everything he takes down (includes bike and everything cycling), a set of dinnerware for 8, a set of water glasses for 8, various and sundry other items . . . and an upholstered chair. Badgers not being known to tolerate nonsense, it may be awhile before I see those gifts.

Mother Badger also found a venerable thing to send me - a 1930s-40s salt and pepper set. She is a good woman who has treated me well always, and she listens to me. She pays attention to what I like. She offers good advice, but doesn't tell me what to do. She does not try to run me. Thank you, Mother Badger.

I took the heart monitor for a walk today. It would be inaccurate to say I actually used it. I'm not frustrated (yet), but I know I need to familiarize myself with it. I made the momentous decision to leave the iPod back for awhile. I have other things that require my attention on the walk now. The iPod can go along once in awhile. Once I have balanced the intricacies of walking, heart monitor, Garmin, BlackBerry, keys, and water I plan to start walking some parts of the marathon course. There are parts of the city I'm not as familiar with, and I can't begin to envision all those miles on the Strip. It will be closed to car traffic, of course, but what about all the human traffic? It's bustling there 24/7.

I issued an invitation that was accepted - the Badger will join me for a long walk tomorrow. I hope for some sun, as I am rather a hothouse flower. At some times of the year, I walk in darkness, go to work in darkness, go home in darkness. I am craving some sun on my skin. When we walk, the miles zip by - we're pretty harsh on odd people that we see, and we solve the world's problems, at least in our own minds. On Sunday walks we almost invariably see a middle aged couple who ride motorized bicycles. Their legs move, but one can hear the motor humming. The Badger has much to say about motorized bicycles. Some of his remarks are unprintable.

There you have it: a meandering stroll through my cluttered head this morning. I need to get busy. We hired a new, young home dude yesterday - business is hoppin'!

In my ears right now (an echo, it's not happening live): A hideous TV ad I saw yesterday. Cheap Trick is coming to town to concert Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, backed by a full orchestra. The tickets are "bargain priced" at $65, $80 and $95.

Why I like it: I don't. Call me a purist, but I'm thinking that nobody needs to touch Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band. It's already been done, and admirably. John Lennon said it couldn't be done live. He would know.

Something that charmed me yesterday: The hour I spent on the phone with a rep for QuickBooks. He helped me install a new version and extract all of my old data, placing it into the new version. He was a young Scottish man, talking to me from Dublin. I kept asking him questions so I could listen to the accent in his replies.


  1. Scottish accents are the sexiest I've encountered. Sigh.

  2. Good morning! Ha! I guess they are, although I wasn't thinking "sexy" at the time. I was more thinking "pleasant on the ears". That accent is softer than some. The edges are blurred into softness. Besides souding very Scottish, he also sounded very 22 years old. ;(

  3. Motorized bikes, indeed! Think highly unprintable thoughts here. Now think some more unprintable thoughts. Go on, you can do it. Apply same thoughts to recreational motorcyclists, especially those that speed and trample on the white line that protects self motorized bicycles... a brutish bunch with no esthetics.
    Badgers are not know to tolerate nonsense, I hear.

  4. I heard some of those idiots screaming west on Sahara this morning when I stepped out onto the deck with coffee. I glanced at my watch and figured some of them would badger you today.

    I've heard you BELLOW those unprintable thoughts at close range, so it's no stretch for me!

    So now, through my blog, you know Mother Badger's evil scheme.

  5. I also heard that Badgers are not known to tolerate nonsense.

    Motorized bicycle...may as well get a scooter instead.

  6. Speaking of nonsense, where did you disappear to?

  7. Thanks for noticing that I had thrown myself UNDER the bus! I had a pretty poopy 24 hours. Beat myself up mercilessly. The only dwarves out in the forest were Barky, Bitchy, Grumpy . . . the predominant voice in my head was Negative Nellie. I convinced myself I was too everything negative to walk a marathon even with 7 months advance notice. When I started telling myself I was ugly, I knew I was in deep and decided to climb out, sleep and start a new day.