The sounds of campus

I love days with moderate temperatures because I can open my office window and let in fresh air. What I also let in is noise, and today I realized that the variety of sounds that I hear on any given day at my job couldn’t be any more diverse.

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Regularity, and what Jesus would do

Several people made comments today about how great it was that it was Friday. The Mazda shuttle driver kicked it off first thing this morning (had to leave the Big Blue Devil at the dealer for her first oil change and to finally get her pinstripes), then most of the faculty felt the need to comment on it throughout the day. It wasn’t until late this afternoon, while chatting with our off-duty police officer, that I realized that it was an ordinary week. A plain old ordinary week.

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Good day to fly

Off to New Jersey. Seat near the front. Window. No one next to me. Starbucks in belly. It’s a good day to fly.
(Trying not to miss my bug and my hub.) (Failing miserably.)

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Dinner for one

I had no dinner plans tonight. It was heavenly.
Normally I go out with colleagues. This is always very good, in that I get to know people with whom I work. But sometimes, after a long couple days packed with meetings, I just want to eat quietly and maybe enjoy a glass of wine. That rarely happens.
I went to an Italian place right across the street from my hotel. First time there, but won’t be the last. Mmmmm. Yummy.
Back at the hotel, in jammies and in bed. And it’s not even 8:30! Bliss.
Missing my girl and my M like crazy though. Can’t wait to get home tomorrow.

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It’s raining, it’s pouring, the airport is boring

Waiting for my 8:10 to KC. Tried Business Select this time – no security wait and boarding #A5! Also learned to look ahead and find the lane without the damn full-body scanner. I don’t care about the scan…I’m all for safety and security. I’m just sick of being scanned every dang time I fly.
I read an article recently about the airport of the future. There will be three lanes, one for those who have been thoroughly vetted and who are frequent travelers. Those folks won’t be stopped and made to go through all this hassle. The airport of the future can’t come soon enough.
Leaving STL with a clear desk, having stayed up last night to pay and file bills, balance the checkbook, etc. I’m not sure why that makes me feel easier about traveling, but it does. What does not make me feel better is the sobbing from Zozo the night before. Thin little arms encircle my neck and I hear, “Mama! I don’t want you to go to Kansas City!” It’s a verbal knife in the gut. Poor M, he tries so hard to make it better: “Hey! Knuckle-bump! Daddy-Daughter time! Mom’s gonna miss all the fun. We’re gonna have a blast!” At which she sobs harder.
It’s only because Mom is the parent who, after a long, hectic day and faced with the daunting prospect of making dinner, says, “Hey…wouldn’t it be great to have Cheerios for dinner?!” whereas Daddy is the responsible parent who ensures our family eats healthy, balanced meals. Everyone knows Cheerios for dinner is way more fun than a nice piece of salmon with fresh green beans, fruit and yogurt.
This trip to KC is at least blessedly short, as they usually are, and its main purpose is to say goodbye to my French boss. After a decade in the States, he’s being called home to corporate HQ in Libourne. I’ll still work for him, but we all know everything changes when you’re across the ocean versus across the state. He’s adorably French, and a fantastic leader. I will miss him.
Other meetings scheduled up the yingyang, of course. The days will fly by. Pun intended!

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Crossroads

Crossroads

I grabbed the pile of invitations and Zoe’s new school calendar off my home desk this morning and brought them into the office.  I need to plug everything into my work calendar, which gets boosted to my phone, as that’s the only way to keep my family on track.

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STL – CHI – NYC

So much going on these days, and hardly time to document it all!  I’ve been shooting a ton, which makes me happy happy.  I am slowly getting over my “it’s not really photography with an iPhone” hang-up, which is another one of my purely self-inflicted notions.  I see all the wonderful images continually posted on Instagram, and I consider that photography, so why not my own?  Still, clutching the Nikon for three days straight in Arkansas did me a world of good.

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