Miss Kate Figures Out Something Is Afoot!

I got home last night and Miss Kate glued herself to me. Everywhere I went - packing boxes she sat and stared at me. studying me. She sat on the couch (soon not to be our couch) and studied my every move. As her Uncle Lance (althrman) says - her face said "What are you up to, NOW?!" Miss Kate has always been very 'in-tune' - she's happy and dancing and playful when I am - and knows to come in close and snuggle when I'm not feeling well, or I'm feeling down. Even when I cry during a chickflick (a favorite thing to do actually) - she'll snuggle up on my chest and lick my cheek. She's very much in-tune. So as my excitement and twitterpation level has increased coming up on the move this weekend - she's started looking after me. (smile) David's term as he talked to me about this week was "try not to anxietize all week." How sweet - but he also knows it's precisely what I'll be doing. I'm constantly visualizing where "stuff" will go as I pack it into boxes. My brain is already organizing the walk in - and where stuff will go in the kitchen. I'm already thinking about "what will my new morning routine be with walking Miss Kate in Civic Center park.." and "I wonder if I can reserve the roofdeck for a champagne party in the fall when the view will be so gorgeous...." and "how fun it'll be to come home for lunch to Miss Kate..." etc. so right now she's curled up in a Kateyball^tm directly at my feet. She's not letting me out of her sight. Good girl.......

I Haz KEYS!

Tada!

that is all.

Paco Invasion!

I shared my Itunes library on the network today - and I walk by the national sales manager's office and he's listening to DJ Francisco Guerra (whereispaco).

OMFG

- not KDFC, not KOIT, not The Wolf - but Paco.

thought puzzles

9:49 on a Tuesday - and I have officially reached the "omg I'm so over packing and moving" point. to which I responded with a walk with Miss Kate out into Duboce Park and some silence.

I sat out in the dark playing with Miss Kate in the grass...... well, until a police cruiser came by and hit me with his search light thinking Kate and I were homeless campers. :(

budmassey? you with me here? is Waldenism the journey or the destination - is it a physical cabin by a pond or the simplification of your life and spirit so that a cabin by the pond exists in your soul?

I met notdefined at the new Muffin Penthouse Suite this afternoon - the sun was blinding but the "meditation blue" wall and the brand new appliances and the view had me smiling uncontrollably.

I just need to get through the next few days and I've conquered this latest plateau in my life.

it's going to take patience and not "anxietizing" things. if there was ever a time for meditation - it's now.

Brett (septimuswarren) posted to his journal a quote from the essay "The Season of My Grandfather," by Michelle Cacho-Negrete:

"I'd learned from my mother and grandfather not to judge people's love by whether they gave me what I wanted, but by whether they gave me what they were capable of giving"

The "e" word or expectations has ALWAYS been my biggest stumbling block - and judging others when they failed to reach or achiev my expectations or what I thought I was going to get or what I was expecting to get from them.....

So the Cacho-Negrete quote has been like an mental tsunami - -

that is shouldn't be about "did I get what I want?" - but "did I willfully receive what others around me were capable of giving?"

serious thought puzzle.