I just came from a 2 hour meeting that I was facilitating. In my head, throughout the entire meeting, it was being held from 2:30-4:30. I rushed to get people out on time, so they wouldn't have overtime. I marveled that people in the hall were making dinner, staying so late to work they needed to eat dinner at work. I was very impressed that people were gathering to go for walks after work, not rushing home, but rather taking time out for exercise with coworkers. I knew people had carpools to get to, so I didn't want to keep them late. I was so frustrated with myself - why hadn't I turned down the computer before coming? At this late hour, I could have gone straight home, rather to the other building.
Imagine my surprise, when getting in my car, in seeing the clock read 12:09.
Yep. It was a 10-12 meeting.
In all those "clues" I didn't pick up on my mental error.
Good thing I didn't go straight home....
Think it's time to talk to the doctor about some medication? :-)
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
why I love him.....
Our trips to Sturgis always seem to rejuvenate our marriage, our relationship, and our love. It's a chance to put the responsibilities of home and family aside for a few days and focus on us, on each other, and on our life together.
This year seemed to bring a multitude of options for me to be reminded of reasons why I love Ken. It started in Chamberlain, day two, when the camper battery went dead. He didn't think twice about running into town and changing it. That may not seem like much, but to someone as non-mechanical as I, it means the world to me that he doesn't even worry about things like that, he just takes care of it.
Soon after the battery was changed, he noticed the gas refrigerator wasn't lighting, just continually clicking. While I thought our week was ruined along with our food, he simply took the back off, checked it out, and fixed it. Again, his ability to think through things like that always amazes me, and makes me wonder what I would do without him.
Having changed the batter and fixed the fridge, we headed on our second leg of our journey. Within an hour, he was pulling off the side of the interstate because we had blown a tire on the camper. Interstate traffic, under construction, and a road-side tire gone. I was in full panic mode. But he, predicting any needs he might have, had packed the big floor jack, and honestly, within fifteen minutes he had the spare on and we were back on our way. If it ever phased him that heavy interstate traffic was speeding by his head, he never let it show. I don't know if I've ever admired him quite as much as I did that day.
We all tend to take so much of our partners for granted. Both sides of the fence. It's trips like this that remind me not to do that. Be thankful for all they do, thankful for having them in your life.
This year seemed to bring a multitude of options for me to be reminded of reasons why I love Ken. It started in Chamberlain, day two, when the camper battery went dead. He didn't think twice about running into town and changing it. That may not seem like much, but to someone as non-mechanical as I, it means the world to me that he doesn't even worry about things like that, he just takes care of it.
Soon after the battery was changed, he noticed the gas refrigerator wasn't lighting, just continually clicking. While I thought our week was ruined along with our food, he simply took the back off, checked it out, and fixed it. Again, his ability to think through things like that always amazes me, and makes me wonder what I would do without him.
Having changed the batter and fixed the fridge, we headed on our second leg of our journey. Within an hour, he was pulling off the side of the interstate because we had blown a tire on the camper. Interstate traffic, under construction, and a road-side tire gone. I was in full panic mode. But he, predicting any needs he might have, had packed the big floor jack, and honestly, within fifteen minutes he had the spare on and we were back on our way. If it ever phased him that heavy interstate traffic was speeding by his head, he never let it show. I don't know if I've ever admired him quite as much as I did that day.
We all tend to take so much of our partners for granted. Both sides of the fence. It's trips like this that remind me not to do that. Be thankful for all they do, thankful for having them in your life.
grasshopper guts are bright yellow-green...
Just one of my observations from this year's jaunt to Sturgis for the 69th annual rally. We've done the rally four times - and NEVER found the grasshoppers to be such a problem! We take the back way into our campground - through the country - and found when reaching camp that the camper was loaded with grasshoppers. It didn't end there.
I had grasshoppers hit my ear, my forehead, my forearm (left a mark!), and my legs. The bike was so full of grasshopper inards that when sitting at stoplights, or in line, we could smell them baking onto the engine. Every year there is something that sticks out, this year, the bright yellow-green of ill-fated grasshoppers on my shoes, my pants, and everything we owned....
I had grasshoppers hit my ear, my forehead, my forearm (left a mark!), and my legs. The bike was so full of grasshopper inards that when sitting at stoplights, or in line, we could smell them baking onto the engine. Every year there is something that sticks out, this year, the bright yellow-green of ill-fated grasshoppers on my shoes, my pants, and everything we owned....
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