When the alarm clock went off this morning, all I could think about was how horrible work was going to be. I’d had nightmares about the enormous copy job waiting for me…twenty copies of five exhibits ranging from 50-150 pages double-sided and stapled in seemingly random increments. If I successfully managed that, and that’s a big IF considering how temperamental our copy machines are, then I would have to tab the whole mess and arrange for service to people living in several different states…which means complying with several different rules about service of process. Ugh. With visions of all this unpleasantness floating through my head, I trudged slowly towards my bus stop and watched, from half a block away, as the last 77 left me behind. I ended up riding the 73 which goes through the university district, stopping about every ten feet and thereby taking a much longer time to get me within walking distance of my office building. Being late was not a great start to my day.
Everything went much better than I had pictured. The copier broke down just as I had finished running the last set of declarations. Service was arranged without a hitch. I even had the pleasant task of delivering a pleading to an office across town. Anything to get out into the cool breezes and glorious sunshine! I bought a sandwich from my favorite deli and had a picnic on the federal courthouse lawn. My spirits were much improved after this nice break and I was able to start hatching plots for the weekend ahead.
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Since Robert is not the type to spill his guts in a public forum, he has always been a little bit perplexed about why I bother maintaining a personal website. It’s not an easy thing to explain. I certainly don’t relish the idea of making myself completely vulnerable to strangers. What I do like is the opportunity it provides for self-exploration. Through selecting images, colors, words, and links to favorite sites, I discover more about who I am…what makes me uniquely me. I also like the way it brings me in contact with people who share my interests or who can turn me on to different ideas which I hadn’t considered before.
Something happened today that reinforced my sense that having a website is a good thing. One of my brother’s high school friends happened across my site by pure chance (you might say it was a serendipitous incident). Because of the site’s existence, he was able to write to me and find out how he could get in touch with my brother. I facilitated the reunion of two good friends. Not a bad day’s work, if I don’t say so myself.
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Robert and I had a terrific time yesterday. We woke up bright and early (10 o’clock a.m. is early for us on a weekend) and drove down to a boathouse on Lake Union. We rented a kayak built for two. After a brief lesson on how to get into the unsteady contraption and how to handle the oars, we set off on an adventure. Many other people had headed to the lake and were coasting about in their sailboats and motorboats. There were a few ferries and cargo boats heading out for rougher waters as well. We hugged the coastline so we wouldn’t get in the way of these bigger and faster vessles. We drifted past the historical Skansonia ferryboat and then skimmed past Gasworks Park where a group of young people tapped out wild rhythms on bongos. A little further on, we found ourselves amidst some houseboats. Robert and I were intrigued by the idea of living in one. Of course, the floating homes looked especially appealing because it was sunny out and people were lazing about their decks or tending to huge tubs of flowers and herbs. I don’t imagine it’s quite as pleasant when the rains are beating down and the waves are pounding furiously against the sides of the homes. We attempted to make it all the way to the Fremont bridge, but our out-of-shape bodies just weren’t up to the challenge. I started whining because I thought my mouse-arm was going to be permanently crippled. Lord forbid I lose the double-clicking ability. While trying to decide what to do next, Robert and I started a water fight, thoroughly soaking one another and nearly capsizing the boat. It was the most fun I’ve had in ages. We slowly made our way back to the boathouse, pointing out other interesting sites or laughing at other kayakers who seemed to be having just as difficult time as we were.
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