It was about 1:30PM yesterday when the Easter Bunny remembered that today is Easter Sunday. I guess he’d just been lounging around watering his orchids and updating contractual term sheets or something. He made a quick call to the local chocolatier as he’s very committed to supporting small businesses. They had a…
Sometime this winter the phrase “OK Boomer” caught on like wildfire. It became the talk of the playground. Over Christmas it was Nate’s go-to embarrassing catch-phrase. Everywhere we went the boys were busy loudly pointing out “Boomers.” They’re obsessed. It’s a bit like those days when little Jake would yell…
Over the July fourth holiday, we all headed to Flatrock. It’s a family tradition to bring all the cousins together for several days of roughin’ in the Pennsylvanian wilderness. Flatrock makes us all especially hungry for all the food. As we shopped at Weiss market for lunch supplies, I was…
Apparently it was Thursday.
Jacob and I are in a strongly committed reading relationship. Every morning and every night we read stories and it is so very special. According to my iPad library, we’ve read 51 books since we moved to SLO in June of 2016. We’re currently reading the latest in the Rick Riordan series…
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…