Road Maps

 It sure was great to be home for a second.  I disappeared into this super intensive work flurry, jammed out my first newsletter for No Shame In My Game, and as I was sitting up late at night trying to meet my own deadline, listening to De La Soul, and coloring in my pirate map of change with lots of colored pencils, it occurred to me:

This is exactly what I want to be ding right now.

  The jobs I've fallen in love with have all given me broad creative license,  I can invent games, processes, traditions, and things it's an off the cuff fiesta.  With the Newsletter No Shame In My Game rose to the challenge and delivered, as an awesome job.

RIP?

  It's been a treat to swim in Hood River Pool again, I was a little saddened and grossed out by the dead guy in Bend and like my home turf pool sans dead guy.  I am actually really liking swimming lately.  This morning at the Mt. Scott Pool in Portland, I felt awesome! I dropped 15 seconds off my time, I was really happy, then suspicious.... turns out the false breakthrough was what happens when you swim in a 25 yard pool, rather than a 25 meter one.
 But I took it as a win, because it felt awesome while it lasted
In other news: My truck quit, which is a bummer and we'll see what happens with that.  If anyone has an awesome car that is reliable and super cheap and they just have to get rid of, I'm your gal! All in all, despite the stress it was a pretty good breakdown:
1. Stopped at a light
2. In Hood River

3. On a construction sight
4. 7 eager to help construction workers
5. I work for an awesome company who helped
6. I have an awesome sister who was on-call google gal
7. I have good friends


So now I'm in Bremerton via rental car gazing out at Oyster Bay, toasty and warm after a rainy bike ride where I tried to calculate how long it would take for the forest to grow over all roads and towns if we weren't here.  Probably 2 years.