In Some Fresh Clean Air

Posted by Tata on June 30, 2015

Yesterday, we walked around town and through gardens. My reconstructed butt and I were on our mutual feet for more than 2.5 hours. It’s a freaking miracle!

Took Me Years To Write

Posted by Tata on June 25, 2015

In the tiny town, full of houses much too close together, a bunch of people garden in their tiny yards. A friend pushed me into the Facebook page, where I made the mistake of asking if anyone would like to walk around and look at other people’s gardens. Everyone did! No one had! Guess what I’m organizing!

As rain poured down, I looked up the smoke tree and found this cloud.

At first, I thought, ‘I cannot do this. I am small and covered with fur.’ Suddenly, I remembered I used to organize work stuff, art stuff and events, a radio show’s international distribution, households. I can do anything I set my mind to; I just have to decide to do it. So I did!

My Armor Is Destroyed

Posted by Tata on June 17, 2015

Last week, Pete and I mapped out a bicycle route to the new office and I started commuting to work via back roads and bike paths. This morning, Pete checked the new round trip for mileage: 3.88 miles to the office. The ride to the old office was 2.2 miles, so 3.88 driveway to driveway was great news. His round trip measured 8.4 miles, but, he said, it involved a wrong turn and a 100-yard backtracking.

In the new office, my co-workers find my cycling glee at least perplexing and at most dangerous. There’s a whiff of Ladies simply do not do this. Ten minutes before I left work, I called Pete.

Tata: How’s the weather?
Pete: Clear. You should be fine.
Tata: I dunno. It’s pretty dark out.
Pete: I’ll see you at home.

I hung up the phone. The skies opened and a torrential downpour pounded the building’s metal roof. At their desks, dozens of people stood up to figure what that roaring noise was. Everyone looked at me. Annoyed, I shut off my PC, gathered my stuff and made the long walk to the front door, where I discovered the rain had stopped so suddenly the ground wasn’t even completely wet. My ride home along the river, in fresh air and sunshine, was so lovely I forgot to be mad.

It’s a freaking miracle.