I don’t usually expect much out of a Wednesday. It’s a workday, y’know? Wednesday is usually good for being a solid middle-of-the-week kind of day and (hopefully) reliably productive. Except for yesterday. My dear friend (from college) Monica’s sister, Melissa, was asked to throw the first game ball (or ceremonial pitch, as we call it in fancy talk) at the Sacramento River Cats game. Monica and Melissa are the drivers behind the annual recrafting sisters day and Melissa recently gifted me with an old typewriter. Melissa was being honored for what we would all consider heroic work…being a third grade teacher for 35 years. How awesome is that?

I had plenty of stuff to do at the studio. But as the daughter and niece of elementary school teachers, I know that classroom heroism is something to be celebrated. So that is how I found myself, on a Wednesday afternoon at a River Cats game, being part of Melissa’s personal paprazzi, walking through the magic tunnel, taking pictures (I was assigned to the Jumbotron), surrounded by school kids, and eating a Dinger dog, hanging out with Monica in the sunshine.  Yeah for life and unexpected treats. And school teachers, and baseball. And old (I mean vintage) friends.

With a little garlic from the garden. Lots of work stuff, which is good. Six (six!) proposals to write. That, my friends, is a sign that the recession is in our rear view window (or something like that). I don’t want to jinx it, but our small business has been eerily reflective of the economy…what happens out there just happened inside our studio. And at the moment, the studio is full of promise and possibilities. And proposals.

This has nothing to do with garlic. But it’s our first, so we’re proud, and excited, and wondering where we would find a cool, dark place to store it in Davis.

And there’s a weekend around the corner, which may or may not include a Segway tour in San Francisco for one of us (perhaps the coordinated one, which might not be me). See you Monday. In the meantime, enjoy some garlic.

Happy weekend. My mom and dad are visiting. It’s gonna be fun and festive. See you on the flip side.

Excuse me for a moment, I’m busy practicing a little humility and vulnerability (and yes, I have been listening to Brene Brown). Here’s a placeholder for your day:

We had an event in Davis on Friday, which gave me a good excuse to work at home, or barely work at home, which was my intention. I got up early, made my list and imagined the full day ahead. And then as my laptop went into the red zone, I realized I had left my cord at the studio in Sacramento. It was 7:00 a.m., and Steve was already at the golf course (he does this crazy back 9 thing at 6 a.m., so he can be at work by 9:30). He wasn’t going in until the afternoon, and I had to be back to meet someone back at the house at 9:30. Ugh. And then I realized I could get the cord, check on the studio, stop by the Yolo Wildlife Basin for 30 minutes of bird chirping (which before I started going here this spring, I didn’t know I loved). The plan worked beautifully.

cleaning. the trifecta…windows, carpets, grout.

working. new stuff…same stuff…generally good stuff.

connecting. daughters, cousins, parents.

planning. parties, yards, trips.

pondering. the next big idea and lots of small ones.

more livable than bloggable.

and that’s probably a good thing.

see you next week, my friends.

ps. thanks to amy for the inspiration on the fence shot