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The weather the last few days in Tucson has been beautiful. I’ve loved walking outside and feeling the cool breeze on my arms, the sun on my face. I feel a little sad about the weather; this is beautiful weather – for SPRING! Not the middle of winter. I cherish the few wintry days we get here in the desert. To lose some of those days to this balmy spring weather is bittersweet.

The air is full of possibility, of promise. It reminds me of summer in Salinas, where I grew up, of summer and late fall in Mammoth Lakes, CA, one of my favorite places ever. I feel like anything is possible, there is no rigidity to life, anything goes, anything could happen. Life is open and free and brilliant and beautiful.

I ran at lunch, just over 2 miles. It was short and very very sweet. I was able to pull my hair back into a ponytail under my hat (!), and headed out in my pink “Run like a girl” shirt. Perfect running weather – shorts and a t-shirt. Not too hot, not too cold. Absolutely perfect. It was incredible to feel myself back into the groove, running just because I could – anything’s possible, you know – and because I wanted to, for the hell of it. I’m not training for anything; I’m totally out of shape. And I ran and loved it.

Back at the office, I prepared an eggless egg salad sandwich (I do eat eggs; it’s just that I really love tofu and Trader Joe’s makes a fantastic eggless egg salad) with a small serving of kettle chips and headed to the shady side of the building. I sat, in my running clothes, on a curb and watched the wind blow the half-mast flag across the street and pigeons play in water that poured from a random pipe sticking out of the side of the neighborhood church. I finished up lunch with a fun conversation about lifestyles with a friend who had finished up a lunchtime walk, and then we headed inside.

Turns out my friend’s hot water heater needs to be replaced, so I still have not received that promised hot bath (I don’t have a tub in my tiny studio). Hopefully I’ll get one soon!

My mom received the results from the blood work re-test: she’s totally fine. Whew and YAY! Well, her blood work is fine. She has severe allergies to most plants, and she has asthma (which is explains the lungs not feeling right – the reason she went to the doc in the first place). What a relief.

And FeministRunner and Journey to a Centum tagged me, so here goes:

Find the nearest book.
Turn to page 123.
Find the fifth sentence.
Copy the next three sentences here.
Tag three people.

Um, I’m at work and the nearest book was “The Book of Fabulous Questions” and page 123 didn’t have five sentences (just two). So I looked for the next nearest book and it was “Conversation Starters” and page 123 had five sentences, but no more. On to the next nearest book. Hmm, should I choose “Nonviolent Communication” or “Bushwhacked”? Decisions, decisions…

"Nonviolent Communication" (great book, by the way):
"No, I wasn't enjoying the conversation; in fact, I was totally bored with it."

At the time, I was suprised to hear his response because he had been the one doing most of the talking! Now I am no longer surprised: I have since discovered that conversations that are lifeless for the listener are equally so for the speaker.

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