I took a little time today to take a quick walk in the middle of the afternoon. That's the coolest part about working where I work. They almost encourage me to go out and take a breather whenever I need it. So, after a two and half hour training class on Heart Math (interesting subject...part two comes next week). I bundled up against the lake wind and took off. I think I mentioned how much I love living this close to Lake Michigan. The seasons changing on the lake front really is amazing. The colors have long since peaked and almost all of the trees are bare now. But the lake against the blue sky is always a completely beautiful sight.
Never seems to look the same way twice. I went all the way past the harbor to the old light keeper's house and back again. The light keeper's house and old light house are historical places in my home town. There are rumors that the house is haunted but I've never been inside it so I don't know. I know someone who used to live in it though and he always claimed there were voices and foot steps in the night. I started back and realized after crossing the harbor bridge that the wind chill was likely to peel my face off. Not pleasant. So I went up to Harbor Park and took the trolley back to work. It stops right across the street from my office so it was convenient, cheap and WARM!
I got an email from my friend Tim Sanders last night. He's a Dallas Cowboys fan. I am a devout Cheesehead and worship the ground the Packers walk on. Cowboys/Pack game is tomorrow night. Both teams are 10-1 for the season. Being fairly confident in Brett Favre's ability I made a wager with Tim on the game. If the Pack loses, I have to write a song extolling the godlike wonders of the Dallas Cowboys. Damn, Favre better come through. Of course, Romo was born and raised in Burlington, WI so we all know he is a Cheesehead at heart. You can take the boy out of the cheese but you can never take the cheddar out of the boy!
I got caught in a moment of nothingness and ended up watching Project Runway tonight. I was wondering why I never learned to sew properly. It looks fun. Then I remembered taking a sewing class when I was 12 and the total disaster that was the pair of Kelly green corduroy pants I made. It all came back to me - the pin sticks in my finger tips, the mis-measured fabric that I had to buy twice, the one leg that was shorter than the other, and the constant haranguing from Sister Floricita who was not patient enough to try to teach sewing to 12 year old girls. Not to mention that Kelly green corduroys should not be warn by anyone, ever. Not even if you're a leprechaun.
