Outside my window: A clear blue day, stretching from Monument to Cheyenne Mountain. One thing I can find poetry in is the audacious view from my cubicle. I feel very like the weatherman watching the daily mutations of the clouds above the Air Force Academy.
I am thinking: A mile a minute, of to-do lists and emails I forgot to send. Boring, but true. But I'm also wondering why I've been seeing larger herds of deer lately. Rather than the 4 to 6, I've been seeing groups of about 15 deer by the road. Anyone know why?
I am thankful for: My husband, who can wrinkle his nose like a bunny.
From the kitchen: Oh my, my eating hasn't been poetic. Yesterday, I saw a friend walking down the hall with half a sandwich, and asked, "Are you gonna eat that?" It was my meal of the day. But tonight, I'm going to happy hour with friends and fully intend to take advantage of the free piece of ice cream pizza at Maggie Moos for tax day.
I am wearing: A lime green necklace my new coworker brought me home from Peru. (With a maroon dress that makes it pop, and a cropped jean jacket that I'm afraid is horribly out of style by now.)
I am reading: I'm more stalling than reading. I have a stack of 15 books on my dresser and am having a hard time deciding which to delve into.
I am hoping: I don't get abducted by crazies on my way to the Philippines. My Korean coworkers don't think I'm dumb. I decide to convert the right amount of cash so I don't run out in the Philippines. Hey, I'm a worrier.
I am hearing: Patrick and Sathy discussing how to automate quarterly data calculations. Can one possibly find poetry in that? Yes! It's them and not me! Mwa ha ha ha.
I am creating: Mock-up magazine pages with the stories I gather from the field to give to the Korea communications team.
Around the house: Mike is staining baseboard trim to adorn the bottom of the kitchen island. Last night, we finished digging up the pink rocks from the base of every tree and replaced it with mulch. Big sigh of relief.
One of my favorite things: That my coworker in Peru sent me espresso, which I am currently savoring. A constant influx of caffeine form remote places is a perk of my job.
A few plans for the rest of the week: Get a cavity filled, buy gifts for Korean coworkers, decide what to pack (no matter how much I travel, I obsess over this), go for a long bike ride if the rain will hold out long enough, hug Mike a lot, finish a gabillion work projects before leaving.
Here is a picture thought I am sharing with you. Since I showed you the beach I will be going to one day, I thought it would only be fair to show pictures of where I will be the other days. These are homes of young mothers in Cebu, taken by Edwin. This is what I'll be doing with him--interviewing and photographing mothers and babies in Cebu.
A mother cradling her newborn baby in her home in Cebu.
Some typical homes built on stilts over waterways. One must cross from home to home over these rubbish-choked waterways on precarious planks perched between buildings.