dictation's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- But I was somewhere else before I got plunked down here in the State of Satisfaction. Today feels like a beta run, an early release, a sample of what's to come over the next three months. It's a day to make you wish you were a Wordsworth and could bring to life the daffodil hues of the sun. But I'm as stunned and self-conscious describing nature as an oaf in front of a Monet painting, so the word "glorious" might have to do. But I didn't start this day full of beans. As luck would have it I had the very good fortune to find myself tearing my hair out at work this morning. Temporary workers are archiving files and the beep beep beep of the bar-code machines they use is like Chinese Water Torture. After 45 minutes I went to the designated boss (my boss is off) and told her I couldn't bear it anymore. She asked me if I could work at home today. COULD I! I love the people I work for. They ARE understanding where it counts. Under a breezy, billowy-clouded sky, I walked to the Skytrain station. Along the way a very merry Mr. Sun pawed my aching back and shoulders. With every step I felt happier and more relaxed. In transit I found myself delighted by the rage of the bus driver and the funny fish-faced ladies giving everyone, including me, the rude once-over, then gossiping. When insanity has no place to cling it's smile, smile all the way! (Sorry, insanity, I know you love attention. Maybe tomorrow.) Now I'm home and pounding the keys on work duty. Happily listening to the occasional pound of a hammer from the home construction project next door and the rustling of blinds in the west window. Plants that live with me, whose names I still don't know, are languid, and their leaves are translucent in the light. We're here. Watered, soothed, and happy. 3:10 p.m. - 14 May 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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