Spare Change?

For some, the change of the seasons has the winter clothes heading for boxes or up to the top shelf and the heavy coats give way to the lighter. Of course, if you live west of Twin Peaks the heavy coats are never too far away. A new season brings new pieces to the wardrobe. Local tomatoes will be showing up anytime I'm told.

Things that never seem to change? Fog for 4th of July. Incredible weather for Pride weekend. No State budget on the first day of the fiscal year.

We all talk about change, the need to "change it up," "change of pace," "change reporting." Traveling is a change. I don't know if that is what people like about it. I know I do. It's different food, different shelter, and hopefully fun clothes. When you travel, you are somebody a little different because nobody knows you. You're just passing through and wanting to take it in.




When I'm home and I feel the need for a different perspective, I start moving the furniture around. This is best done with a very large cup of coffee and little bit of time ahead of you. For me it's remolding the space. You're walking a different path and doing different things like staring out the window more and freaking out your neighbors.


Maybe I'll want to have a few more gatherings now that the space is not as TVcentric. I also discovered that all my favorite sitting spots were left leaning the way I had it set up before, and now I've made all the good watching, lounging, and snoozing spots right leaning. I'm wondering if my sore left neck/shoulder was caused by this lean. Or maybe it's caused by just spending way too much time on the couch in generally, only time will tell.


I do wish sometimes I could clear my head and get that feeling of change by going to the gym or going for a run instead of pushing the furniture around and centering the carpet. Maybe I should get heavier furniture.

Picking up Lose Ends

The end of a trip has a funny way of getting away from you. The next thing you know you're home and what was April is now July and you're thinking about refilling your propane tank. When you're a few days away from coming home, you tend to give up on packing gracefully and start looking for another suitcase or cardboard box or cheap plastic sacks with wheels intended to last the distance between baggage claim and the curb. Our last few days were in Hong Kong where oddly the internet access was no so great. The goal at this point was to get everything home and pick up any special request and see some family and friends.






But good shopping makes up for lost time in front of a keyboard any day. And I don't even like to shop. Hong Kong is one of those great sport shopping cities.

And of course interesting food.







But life is lived in the present and sooner or later it's time to go home until the next trip. Thanks D for a great time. You all have a fun time in Egypt later this year.



BTW, heaven is the JAL Sakura lounge in Tokyo























One of the few times I was not in a rush to get off the plane.