A Target in Motion With Tulips in Everyday Ramblings

We had the most stunningly beautiful afternoon here yesterday. It was warm, it was dry; it was fragrant. I went out for my neighborhood walk just after I logged out of work, phone camera in hand. It is so different in the gardens this year, the tulips are bright and stunning and plentiful and a perfect counterpoint to all the fading daffodils.

I will admit I was irritable, which seems like such a waste on a beautiful day and I did my best not to let Mr. Grumpy Dwarf interfere with my enjoyment of the ease of being outdoors and apprehending the view of the pretty much obscured for months mountains.

The health scare this week, needing to work overtime to make up the time I took off for that and then some and then the heavy load of pollen in the air that makes us all tired, and the open plan office environment that allowed the team of four that work next to where I am required to sit spend the whole day literally draped over the cube wall (standing maybe a yard away) talking to each other in loud voices about a process they were all trying to understand that had absolutely nothing to do with what I do.

I have no problem with them communicating with each other to hammer this thing out. What I have a problem with is that they were completely and totally oblivious to the fact that I was there, that I was attempting to work. I tried listening to classical music with ear buds, I got up frequently and walked around the halls, I tried just sitting there doing nothing even though we are quite busy.

If I hadn’t been so tired it would have occurred to me to come home and get my noise canceling earphones. I know that is what the guy on the other side of the adjacent cube was doing to cope. They are the “favored” group right now by upper management and I get that these things cycle.

But because I was tired I just got more irritated as the day went on and by mid afternoon I went and asked Nimrod if any decisions had been made to move us.

Yes! There are starting the build out next week and we will have a room to ourselves with a door. A door! I haven’t had a door in years. This could be a huge improvement to the quality of the dreaded office days.

In the meantime though I ended up bailing from the office early anyway because these people continued to be oblivious to any disturbance they may be making. The cats were thrilled to see me (and get an early snack).

Then I went out for a walk and talked to the history art guy about all the changes in the neighborhood in the last few dark wet weeks.

Then there was the Gita class, which I so did not want to go to. But I did.

The few people that are left in the class are serious about exploring what the text means to us in terms of our modern lives so the discussions are getting stronger and more interesting. We talked about morality last night and how it is or is not tied into religion. And what the Gita has to say about this.

I was toast by the time I got home though.
And like an overtired over stimulated two-year-old I couldn’t sleep and was fussy.

Today I am so grateful that work is relatively quiet; I am at home and (other than finally tackling my taxes) my weekend ahead is clear and full of much needed restorative time.

You’d think that after all these years in this body I would have an idea of where my limits are but what I am discovering as I get a bit older is that those limits are a moving target.

Oh yeah.

Last updated April 01, 2016