Nose to the grindstone

I made a great effort to apply myself at work today.  There's a conference call meeting coming up next week. erg. Not my favorite thing at all but better than having to pack my bags and go off for a 2 day meeting face to face, so I try not too bitch too much.

In my head, I probably spent a good 16% of my time today thinking about my projects.  I would like to be able to focus entirely on work at work and on my projects while I am free to work on them.  But my brain... is my brain.

I felt like I looked pretty today.  But no, I failed to take any photos, so you can't see.  I know I talked about poems being a part of this post today but that too will not happen.  My hands/arms are sore today -- I am a bit whiny and it was kind of a bleh day.

I did get a little time with my hunny.




We both felt a little tired today. 

He's so handsome...

I had coffee.  This means I will vibrate while I try to sleep later. Sometimes though if I don't have coffee in the evening -- I wind up falling asleep early, napping; and then being awake until 3a.m.  So sometimes the vibrating is a better option.  The barista made a pretty coffee.

 I am sure he meant it as a heart. But I like it better as a butt. I know I know, the teenaged boy in me is alive and well. I often wonder if I had raised boys from scratch, what I would be like.  If I would be more raunchy or less.

I like how I have a little slurp mark.

My hunny says I need to let my writing happen naturally and not force it. At least I think that is what he was telling me. Mostly I think he was just encouraging me to keep going.

It's hard for me to just go with the process sometimes - my work is very goal oriented. PROJECT COMPLETION.  So just doing for doing's sake is different.  Good. Healthy.  But still different.

Dad Report

He was all about weather and swimming today.  It's weird how he gets stuck on stuff now.  He recalled skinny dipping as a child and young person and then asked me if I had ever gone swimming in the nude.  A strange question for a Father to ask a Daughter - but in our family, strange because we all were brought up as moderate nudists, swam nude together many times.  I am ever thankful for this "lesson" of non-shame that my parents (and my grandparents) taught us.  I am proud that my naked body has never caused me to feel shame; and that I enjoy being naked both privately and publicly. Call me crazy.

It's sad that Dad has lost so many memories - so much of what he is and so much of how he effected us as a Father.  Know Poppa, that you gave me no shame -- allowed me joyous times naked in the water, on the beach, and in many many other places.  I wish only that more parents instilled this in their children.  Naked is good.

Time to go do some exercises.  Yah. Another project - - fixing the posture.  Putting my nose to the grindstone on that one too.