Sometimes I am sickeningly efficient: my luggage was unpacked within two hours after I got home. The washing machine was making its familiar hum as I laundered the last load of T-shirts and shorts for the season. If you visit my house, you would not even notice I was gone for five weeks, except may be a few snacks on the counter that are clearly not "local". Everything at the house is back to normal.
I received a "Reminder to Return to Work" in the mail yesterday and it made my blood pressure shot up by twenty points. My sabbatical is coming to an end - only seven more weeks remaining. The inevitable is quickly approaching...so I thought, a short epilogue may be helpful in bringing everything back to perspective.
Before I fret further, I decided a skate by the beach would be smart - never take for granted a sunny weekend in Seattle, especially in the winter.
I don't know when my next trip to Hong Kong may take place. It may be next year, it may be the year after. Or not. Who knows. The thing is, I shall remember to never live for tomorrow. If I focus on what I may do or where I may go next year, I am likely missing out the present.
Thanksgiving fast approaches. It is one of the most significant and celebrated holidays in this country. Eric and I tend to give thanks when we are grateful, not always on a mandated calendar date. So the last Thursday of November is never a day I need to "get ready" for unless I decided to host a big party and serve a turkey. This year, I have decided to also host a dinner party on this pre-established holiday, but my guests will enjoy a breakfast spread for dinner instead of the typical 15-pounder from the farm. Tradition and conformity has its place, but not necessarily at my dinner table.
There are numerous things for which I am grateful and thankful. Above all else, the mere fact that I am alive is enough to celebrate with yet another homemade buttermilk pancake and a side of Thunder Hooves bacon this Thursday.
Before I fret further, I decided a skate by the beach would be smart - never take for granted a sunny weekend in Seattle, especially in the winter.
I don't know when my next trip to Hong Kong may take place. It may be next year, it may be the year after. Or not. Who knows. The thing is, I shall remember to never live for tomorrow. If I focus on what I may do or where I may go next year, I am likely missing out the present.
Thanksgiving fast approaches. It is one of the most significant and celebrated holidays in this country. Eric and I tend to give thanks when we are grateful, not always on a mandated calendar date. So the last Thursday of November is never a day I need to "get ready" for unless I decided to host a big party and serve a turkey. This year, I have decided to also host a dinner party on this pre-established holiday, but my guests will enjoy a breakfast spread for dinner instead of the typical 15-pounder from the farm. Tradition and conformity has its place, but not necessarily at my dinner table.
There are numerous things for which I am grateful and thankful. Above all else, the mere fact that I am alive is enough to celebrate with yet another homemade buttermilk pancake and a side of Thunder Hooves bacon this Thursday.
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