Tomorrow's coffee will be interesting. Hopefully wonderful. I took a chance and threw together several roasts ranging from light to dark, creating an unmeasured and unrepeatable blend: "Chaosoffee". It felt akin to cooking by taste and intuition. Only coffee-time will tell. Jen made us a light breakfast and did some deep housecleaning as well, an area I lack the habit of maintaining. My inner-Felix went out for cleaning supplies ten years ago and he never returned. It's very revealing how much I changed (
adapted) between being single and married. Why is that? It's a good question. I will need to consult with my lawyer. Speaking of lawyers, the board meeting was this morning. We have some business needs to address. -The usual players were all present, as were a couple of Sangha members, one of whom I find somewhat contentious and arrogant in their demeanor. However, in retrospect, it all went fine. And I sense good intentions behind their external facade. Or, at least, to the best of their abilities. Anyway, the chairman mentioned wanting to be out of the chair position. I am tempted for several reasons. It would help me stay engaged, allow me to exercise some executive skills, and keep me uncomfortable enough to force growth. Later in the day, a thread was shared wherein some negative, challenging perspectives were shared. Accusatory, and frankly, petty and ignorant. I said as much in my reply. I was proud of it. Things with Tommy seem to be evolving and maturing for both of us. It feels like a potential turning point. No matter how slight that turn might appear, that is merely an illusion of time and space being fixed. As I was telling Jen about on the way to the mountain winery for the Rick Springfield and John Waite concert (a birthday gift) tonight, I have come to a place where I don't look fondly at moments that have passed... I hold that fondness in the moment that moment occurs. She in particular. I look at her with adoration and gratitude, in the moment, as we never really stop connecting, growing. or finding moments where we just lock eyes long enough to acknowledge that yes, this really is all happening. On the way out of the concert we gave Sue from the VIP lounge a ride down the hill into Saratoga where she had parked. It was a good opportunity to extend some help to somebody we always connect with when there. I talked briefly to Lauren afterwards too. Oh and this morning my mom seemed to be doing better with the cell phone, so the landline can be relinquished after all.
