How Long Does It Take


To get to the center of a Tootsie Roll pop?

No, I mean to write the blog.

It takes, give or take, a topic, about a half hour to forty-five minutes.

I don’t know how long it will take tonight, but I would like to kick it out the jams in a quick manner, so I can relax, for all of five minutes, have some tea, maybe watch part of episode one of the new season of the Killing.

Maybe make my bed and put away my clothes.

This week got busy right off the bat and as I look at having to get up to get to work in Cole Valley for my 8:45am shift, alarm set for 6:30 a.m., I am trying to navigate getting my evening “chores” in.

The cats be fed, the laundry is waiting to be folded and the tea sits cooling in a mug by the computer screen.

“There is a little desk for you and your gigantic mug of tea,” she said to me today, as I was preparing to settle in to my assignment for the day.

“You remember!” I laugh, I am working in the same building on Valencia street as the bike shop is in and I always had a notoriously large mug of tea somewhere close to where ever I was stationed in the store.

I am a tea hound.

This is how I stay hydrated.

This is how I justify trips to the loo when I am feeling overwhelmed.

And sometimes this is how I fill the hole up with something hot to calm the nerves and satiate the anxiety.

If you saw the amount of tea I drank at the bike shop you would conclude that I was often anxious and in need of stepping away from the space to break down in the bathroom.

“If I am giving you too much information, stop me, and let me know,” she said to me as we were going through proposal templates this afternoon.

“I’ll let you know,” I said, “I will fill up quick, but I am still taking in information.”

Which is true.

I had left to make copies of the keys to the office and the building, traveling a circuit I know well, down 18th between Valencia and Mission streets, only to discover the Locksmith was closed on Mondays.  Nevertheless information had been gathering in the brief time I was walking on the sidewalks and I could already see systems bubbling up in my head.

I am learning.



“It is the wrong job for you if you aren’t learning something,” a friend said to me this weekend as we chatted in the short-cropped grass of the back yard, the sun lustily painting her skin in creamy golds and dustings of freckles.

It feels like the right job.

It feels good to get in there and start the learning.

Yeah, it is scary and yes I did admit that this is all new to me, but my boss knows this and is still one of my best advocates.

I feel beyond grateful to have the confidence of her being instilled in me.

“You have to advocate for yourself,” she told me this afternoon.

She was actually talking about a situation at Burning Man and I had not even seen it from the point of view she was describing.

That is what a mentor does, changes your perspective and shows you how to better do your job and take care of yourself in the process.

I will begin the advocating in that direction directly.

I am also seeing that my attention to detail is going to play into this job and dovetail with the needs of the business.  I pay attention to things and I notice things and words and pictures and images.

I feel that this repository of a brain has a lot to offer, I just need to move out-of-the-way with my false road signs depicting a trash heap of tragedy.

Silly rabbit, there is nothing wrong, you get to use your magnificent brain to help another person.

How cool is that?

And tomorrow I will get to use my juggling skills to maintain three children.


Yes, it is Tuesday again.

This time, however, I am more prepared.  I have more of an idea of what I can do, how long it will take me to do it, and how to go about navigating the home and the situation.

I feel as though I will begin to delve into nannying and not just babysitting.

Not just maintaining.

Thus why I wish to make this a speedy Gonzalez sort of blog.

I want to have a nice made bed and fresh clothes laid out, my bag packed with my things and the necessary accoutrement.

I already loaded up my BART ticket at the station on the way back home.

I was also chatting back and forth with a friend about a writing project and thought, this too, I need to do this too.

So much stuff.

So exciting.

I am enjoying my full life and getting right into the thick of it.

The commute does not seem quite as overwhelming, although still not that desirable, I do want to make my way back to San Francisco, I am shooting for post-Burning Man.

Speaking of which, I may just go to the premier of Spark,  A Burning Man Story and see if I can get a ticket in.

Why not?

I say yes to seeing something new that will make me happy and connecting with people who make me happy and seeing imagery that makes me happy.

And shoot!

I can write it off as a work expense, it is definitely in that milieu.

I work for a design firm, here is creativity flashed out right in front of me.

I found out I can also write off books, magazines, pens, notebooks, travel expenses, my phone, my laptop (when I get a new one, I think that will be an investment that needs be made), why not a movie ticket?

I know I will be inspired.

Inspiration also needs rest and it is time to wind down.

More tomorrow for you.

More for me too.

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