twas the night b4 and nothing was done

christmas eve shopping anxiety, drunk family, haphazard decorations, a tree that fell over in the night, wet presents and last minute wrapping.  and the doggggz.  merry christmas.

hell yep

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barefootatworkintherain

Molly's Theory:  If your feet are wet, you're gonna die.
My Theory:  If my socks are wet, or my underwear are, things aren't well.

wonder how tomorrow could ever follow today

6:30am, the earliest sunday i have had in a long time.  i began the day somewhat reluctantly, as i had a 5.5 mile walk home, my ipod was at home and it was a humid 54 degrees.  i couldn't however ask for a better start to this day.  i had left my longboard at my friend's house where i had stayed the night, which would make for one of the greatest sunday mornings i have had in years.  there is nothing quite like the stillness of an early winter weekend morning in the bay area.  it was like getting the first line on a powder covered mountain.  the weight of  my backpack was a welcomed burden which made ride the most enjoyable workout.  i quickly lost as many layers as i could ending in jeans and a t-shirt.  the cool air cut through my clothes, but only fueled me to push myself faster down the road.  there is nothing i love more than closing my eyes and feeling cold air run through my fingers and hair; it's the feeing of freedom.  the ride slowly came to an end as i approached the last  two (uphill) miles of my route.  my bag became the burden i was dreading and longboard became useless.  at 8 o'clock home couldn't have been more welcome, despite the fact that i was to begin working immediately on the ongoing project of staining the house..


now the reason for getting up so early: going to SF to the tea gardens and wandering the city for the afternoon with the best of company.  my opinion of the garden is not the greatest.. i was hoping for much more especially after the $7 entry fee.  the place needed a good raking.  the rest of the day consisted of laughing at ice skaters, pizza and beer and swivel chairs.  once back in  berkeley, there was more beer and a group field trip to see black swan (a doleful story of an artist's struggle to find herself).  the day was a most memorable one, and ended greater than it began.


so, tomorrow, what you got?

welcome

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