Daily Delight #42

Sometimes it’s hard to write a good DD. Lately, I haven’t been doing much besides working and hitting the gym. But then again, these DDs are supposed to be about the little things…

Had a really great workout. Lots of weights, much needed, and some biking. I read a Runner’s Mag while on the bike and it was talking about this marathon out in California where at mile 20 (?), there’s a guy in a tuxedo playing the piano on the sidelines. How smashing!

After the workout, I took a bath with some weird powder bubble stuff. But it smelled liked cinnamon which was seasonally festive.

I guess, here’s to a good day. Here’s to my mood leveling out after a very emotional week. It feels good to feel good again, who would have thought it? Looking forward to the New Year!

UPDATE: My Free Will horoscope this week:

Your potential for rapid, extensive progress is sizable, but it would be a mistake to barrel along with your eyes fixed on the prize in the distance as you neglect what’s happening along the way. Be both global and local; romance the details as you revel in the big picture. “

Cheers for the little things, huh?

Daily Delight #42

Daily Delight #39

Playing tennis.

One of my best friends, M, is a tennis coach in Portland. She’s killer good. She’s home now, and we got to hit earlier on the indoor courts. And I am lucky and proud to say that I kept up. Don’t get me wrong, she’d school me in a game, but volleying I can handle. And making a hard shot in the right place, ooooh it feels so good to nail it.

I’m a 3.5 – 4 if anyone ever wants to hit.

Daily Delight #39


I was hanging out with my friend J and she was telling me about a previous mutual friend. This third friend, about two years ago was in a tough spot. She had left a good job and city to move with her boyfriend. After a few weeks went by, they broke up. She returned to her old job and city heartbroken and likely embarrassed.

But today, J was telling me how that friend is still at that job and going up, she lives in a great city and travels abroad regularly and just moved in with her new boyfriend. I’m happy for her, even envious. Less than a year ago, I was in my apartment making dinner or doing homework, and I had the distinct thought that I was happy, that I had it all – a good job, close to an M.A, love and trust, and a place of my own. And now, nada – some by my choice, most of it not.

And it’s hard.

Hopefully, sooner rather than later, I’ll get to have all those things again. And there will be some broken-hearted girl envious of me but finding patience.


Daily Delight #38

Luckily, after a few terrible dreams, I got to end on a good one.

I was back in high school and I didn’t know what class I was supposed to be in – like all high school dreams – so I just went home. (Getting home meant riding this 1-person, crazy metal contraption with wheels that you sit in and rode around on giant curved ramps like a skateboard, scooter hybrid something.)

There were four or five girls playing in my yard (which was about three times the size of my actual yard) with their mother, I assume. I didn’t think much of it as they sang and danced around throwing their arms into the air, etc. But as I walked past them I saw this really great little tree bush. And even better was their was a face in the bush. Not a real face, but like parts of the bush and warped and twisted in just the right way, and I was walking up to it at just the right angle that I could make out a face.

In this dream, it really wasn’t so subtle. The eyes were like tea saucers with black rounds like olives barely holding onto the edges as if they had rolled down the plates, and bright red lips that looked like they were torn right off of Mrs. Potatohead. I whip out my camera phone to capture this amusing little piece of nature, and the girls see me and come running over. Like all little girls they ask what I’m taking a photo of and they ask to be included. How can I explain to some seven year old’s my artistic inspiration is a crazy looking face in a bush?

I reluctantly take their photos. They giggle and jump as little girls do. I’m snapping away terrified of losing the bush, when something spectacular happens.

I zoom out a little, and then more and more. And the next thing I know, a huge, gigantic, gargantuan maple tree — 10 stories high — pops up in the background and it is shimmering and shiny like it were made from the finest metals. It is absolutely radiant. No one else in the dream seems to notice it. The girls continue their dance, I continue to pretend I’m photographing them when really my camera is arching further and further upwards toward the tree.

The sun begins to set in my dream. And this magnificent tree bounces all the reds, orange and pinks of the sky off every tiny limb, from its massive trunk and it is absolutely beautiful as the light twirls within the tree. I look into my camera’s viewfinder and found that I have the most perfect picture. One massive, warm tree and a group of carefree, little sprites dancing at its bottom.

Merry Christmas all.

Daily Delight #38