Clear Celebration.

Today is a day of noteworthy events, ranging in size and importance.

First - (well now that it is after midnight, it is technically yesterday but you'll pretend right?) My very dear and lovely friend Huber is another year pretty. I do declare her to be the best looking girl ever born on January 21st. I will break bottles on bars to whoever dares challenge me. Or at least raise my nose to the sky in uncooperative acknowledgement that anyone else could share that birthday and still be attractive, sweet, sharp of wit and true of heart.

And speaking of sky. Today was day two of a sunny sunny crisp city. The people of Seattle seem to incline themselves to being polite and happy when the clouds burn off. Even if it did so happen to bring about news reports on how long to allow dogs out in the "cold", and how to dress, what activities to participate in... you can imagine the rest. I bucked the trend and wore shorts just to help my co-winter bikers live vicariously through my 33 degree temps. There was even frozen puddles along my normal route. Watch out now.



When these skies clear up - I love looking out onto the dockyards of Seattle. I bike past them each time I commute to work. Semis sometimes honk (was it the argyle socks today?) or get annoyed at my presence on the street that cyclists frequent but share with the drivers picking up large metal cartons from who knows what port around the world. When it's sunny, the colors of all those boxes just pop. I like the transition between seeing them right alongside me, to becoming almost toy-like when viewed from 500 ft. above them. I do enjoy this the most about my commute. Those docks are grand.



Today was the first day at work in a few days where I could relax and things went well. And for those wondering a bit about my job (since you know I don't blog about work). Here is a picture. I'm putting boiling water into the candle holders so I can clean them out and put new candles in them. It's terribly exciting. But also carefully timed. You see, one cannot simply fill all the glass (read: heat absorbing) holders with the water at once. Not only will the ending ones be too cool to ensure all the wax is dumped out, but they will be near impossible to pick up in the first place. My OCD way of doing candles involves three filled at a time. With rotations.... fill three. Wait. Fill three more and then dump the other ones one at a time - using a dry towel to sweep the inside dry and residue free. Repeat. Fill. Pour out. Dry. Fill. Pour out. Dry. It's actually pretty zen. I like doing candles.



So what is number five today? It isn't my commute and hill conquering becoming easier. Or the blackened underpass right by Chinatown with police tape blocking off the next intersection. Nope. Mine is pretty gross and unattractive. You may wish to stop reading if you want to ever think of me as a proper lady and void of any human functions. Today I worked on perfecting my snot rocket. You know, the act of shooting a runny nose's effects (most common while biking in cooler temperatures) out the side of one's nose while using the gloved fingertip of a cyclist's finger to close up one nostril at a time. I'm actually quite impressed with myself. And no, I didn't take a picture.

Wishing you active days that make you feel like a little kid again...

Love love love,

K.