proposed ponytail

Here’s some Tuesday stuff:

* I drove home from the kids in San Marcos in daylight for the first time last night, it was glorious, it was friendlier, and I realized, safely parked out in the back lot, I felt high. Not stupid high but wicked alive high. I brought my stuff in, said hello to my landlord, and rushed out to experience the rest of the day, spontaneously called Gavin barely a few steps out my door and he answered like on the first ring and we talked quite a while and one of the things I shared was I’m thinking about never cutting my hair ever again, and so it gets long enough that I can- if the creek don’t rise and there ain’t no meltdown – I can grow and fashion and tie off my very own ponytail. Like, come on – too cool for school.

* I gave notice at my job a bit less than two weeks ago. Facts are, I’m better around the kids, and the agency’s outstanding. It’s the driving, children, the often times scary and a little too far out there on the edge commuting all that way, forth and back. Even with newly blessed daylight. I gave seven weeks of notice, for which I had two reasons, one being to offer lots of time to find someone to take my shifts, a someone almost certainly with far greater culinary skills than me. Second week in April and I get retired all over again.

* I got my first-ever tattoo 13 days ago. That was at 73 years, one month, and 11 days of me cruising around the planet. Something I’d been thinking about a short while, still the setting it up fell within the realm of spontaneity which has settled over my life. I’ll post a picture soon. Me, with an ocean of lotion.

* Zen feels very large in my mind. As does writing. And, for suresy, reading. Me filling my this-here space.