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{ 09:57, 2008-Apr-2 } { 3 comments } { Link }

This is where I live (with blur, yes!):

literally the view from my front door

when you look to the left

and when you look to the right

You cannot help but fall in love with the world every time you step outside my door. This view comes complete with a mess of ducks and different types of birds in the daytime, spiders and slugs in the evening, one chance spotting (so far) of a river otter, and the sounds of children playing between the hours of 3pm and 8pm. I can't imagine anything more beautiful for myself, I'm in love with it.

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When I wake up in the morning I turn off the alarm and wait for the next one to go off. I do this two more times. The fourth alarm is the radio. I get up, I spy out the window by the stairs to see if there's a sun, if there's not I take in the weather from the window- usually just judging how hard it's raining, by watching the ripples in the water. Then I go into the kitchen and I make some coffee. I spend the rest of the morning getting ready while listening to Adam Carolla. Adam is my main source of news anymore, I'm completely avoiding the rest of it (have been since February when, while making a birthday card for Ms. Kimberly out of newspaper, I realized how painfully hard it was to find the word HAPPY in the news). Adam makes me laugh, and he makes me roll my eyes and curse, but mostly he makes me laugh. It's hard to brush your teeth if you're laughing. I take my time getting ready, I let myself become distracted by things inside and outside of my house. I don't have a set time to be at work, and I enjoy the distractions.

Eventually, I drive to work. I listen to KEXP on the way in. I usually hear something new that I decide I love, or something old that I turn up ridiculously loud. I always wish the drive were longer, just to listen to more great music, but it never is, and really, I suppose that's a good thing.

I get to work anywhere between 7am and 10am. I turn on all my gadgets and wait, and wait, and wait, eventually they will all finish turning on. While I wait I go and talk to coworkers, I check the headlines on the OCA website, I find some good music to get me through the day (lately, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Neko Case, or Radiohead). I spend the next 8 hours drawing pictures of weird plane shit that I'm not really into (I find more interest in the way the software works than what I'm doing with it). I daydream a lot. I talk to my Everett friends on MSN IM, I talk to the people I sit with, I play with my phone and research the crazy ideas that come into my head and.. you know, a lot more weird plane shit. I like my job- life distracts me, but I like the things I spend the most time there doing enough to continue smiling and being interested in it, and that's good.

After work I drive home. I listen to KEXP some more. I never wish the ride home were longer, I have got "stuff" waiting for me.

Between getting home and going to bed I am usually:

-out: with friends, walking, running, just sitting on the patio watching the sun and the water play together, listening to the kids play.

-reading: books about people, about food, about what food does to people, about spirit and life and happiness and being, and internet sites about schools or really filtered news about specific things that still doesn't tell me what's going on in the world at large.

-music: listening to it, making it, just dreaming about it.

-cleaning: more like continually unpacking and rearranging.

-cooking: or not cooking, and just eating.

-dancing: alone, and having a blast doing it.

-talking to friends: on the computer, on the phone, on paper letters.

-writing: making lists, writing observations, taking notes from books, making up short stories.

Eventually, I go to sleep. I still don't ever do that because I want to. I do it because I look at the clock and realize I've been up for what most would consider too long, or because I want to wake up before noon. I do it because I've learned that while I am a morning person and night person, I feel much better if I don't deprive my little morning loving side of it's time.

That's what's been going on, on the outside. On the weekends anyway. So, next time, we'll go with the inside.

Here's another picture. The previous ones were from tonight, it was a beautiful sunset, though it doesn't ever photograph well. These are the ducks that march all around the front of my house daily from sun-up to sun-down. I love the ducks. I talk to them and play them music. Mostly they just run away, but they don't run away nearly as quickly anymore. :)

Orange feet ... crazy
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{ 11:58, 2008-Apr-2 } { Posted by LauriesAsylum }
Wow, you live in such a beautiful place. You can't help but be in good spirits when you look out your door! You sound happy, good for you...:)

I just started listening to Adam, he's pretty funny.

The picture of the ducks doesn't show...:(

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{ 11:59, 2008-Apr-2 } { Posted by LauriesAsylum }
Never mind, the pic just came up, they are gorgeous! And so many of them! Dang, you are so lucky!

Happiness is a duck's life

{ 12:18, 2008-Apr-3 } { Posted by Anonymous }
Wow, what a life! I'm also both a morning and night person. I think mid-day should be spent sleeping like the Spanish siestas.

I remember having all of life's elements (work, friends, environment, inner-stuff, etc.) come together perfectly in my mid-twenties. It is enough to make you spoiled with life's possibilities, but in a good way. All I can say is hold on to it as long as you can. I've been searching for that perfect blend ever since.

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