finding my stride

good grounded day
after sleeping like a sea-level rock

online and on the phone half the day
learning more than i ever thought i would about the onboard diagnostics of my 96 prizm
mostly that it is a mutant car that doesn't meet any specifications for anything
so i get to go see a referee on monday to determine whether i will be able to drive it here

then biked over to the kids' place
to instigate a trip to dog beach
hauling the boys away from their computer games
and into the warming-up waves

a success for uncle mike:
they enjoyed themselves

barney the sweet and weiner-ish dog
got his first opportunity to meet all the other pups in the hood
while trying to navigate his low belly through the sand

after the muse-ful night recently blogged about
reclaiming my space to experience beauty here
i am finding my stride again amidst such more mundane
but no-less-welcome matters

joining meet-up groups for empathy practice
biking strong through rush hour traffic
doing some outreach to connections old and new
getting psyched for tomorrow's gator-by-the-bay cajun music fest

and shortly off to the weekly four hour dance jam
a neighborhood or two over

really not all that mundane i suppose