Last night was a Nate night. He’s got a low tolerance for cabin fever. Generally the first one to start acting loopy. He dances around. He can’t seem to focus. The potty talk’s up. The listening is down. His mood swings are steeper than a bad Coronavirus curve. Too soon? So last…
All of this time at home has brought back crafty James– the one who teaches himself latte art, screen prints original designs, makes his own wine and kombucha, and once sewed a pair of kid-sized jeans. James continues building out his e-commerce offerings. After selling multiple felt banners, and possibly…
It’s finally Saturday. Nate and I went to Pacheco and played soccer while James and Jake went to Home Depot. We enjoyed a sunny day of yard work including the installation of some new house numbers, ripping out non-native ice plant, and propagating wildflowers. Before we returned home, Nate stayed…
One video. Two days. Three emails. Hundreds changed. Leadership. Back-to-back. Unknown colleagues in shock. FAQs. Packets. Docusign. Pay4us. Broken hearts, broken teams. Could I still come back someday? Emotionally spent. Bob Jones paved in tears.
On Thursday I woke-up in the 5am hour, anticipating a work email that would set into motion just about the hardest week of my career. I made some coffee and looked across our front yard in the early morning light. Not only do I see a cat I’ve never seen before, ever. But…
This week on one of my calls, my work buddy, Thomas, brought some much needed humor to my day. 2020 is clearly trying too hard. I mean really, she already had brand recognition going for her. And the Olympics. And a long awaited presidential election. She was already special as…
Today is Tuesday. It’s March 31st. We’re a few days into Week 3 of house arrest. And it doesn’t look like this is ending anytime soon. Every morning during our team check-in Zoom, we do a roundtable. A few days ago I started adding a new question to the update,…
On Saturday, in one of our dozen daily ParentSquare notifications, a little gem came through announcing that school is definitely closed until May first. Gone are the days when I couldn’t imagine three weeks without public education. Oh how I wistfully look back on those March days with such fondness.…
On Sunday we packed-up all our cold cuts, three remaining blondies and two bottles of kombucha and drove to see the elephant seals. The beach was relatively sparse with several dozen babies and a couple of mommies. Nate shined as the familial expert on “elefantes marinos,” having recently visited San…
It’s Saturday and sunny. Big breakfast with bacon. Walked the full Bob Jones. Met the boys at the beach. Finished our tax prep. Ate tacos.