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Woohoo for her. It seemed to be a surprise. She new it was coming at the end of the year, but it kind of snuck up on her.
I’m trying to post more, but between work, freelance work, and painting the house, I haven’t had a whole lot of free time lately. Parents are coming down this weekend with their new puppy and I can’t wait for Shilo to have a friend for a little while.
Kind of a short post, but I’m on my way out the door.
I threw darts for maybe ten minutes last night; my shoulder has been in dull, aching pain all day today. During lunch I popped two advil and put a heating pad on it—that took care of the pain for a few hours. But it’s back now. Stupid darts.
I’ve been watching my dog lately, just observing the way she interacts with the world, and it’s got me thinking. Watching her flip out when I put her collar on has made me wonder when was the last time I was so excited about something that I couldn’t control myself? I mean completely, lose control; as in spinning in circles, jumping up and down, and yelling. I can’t think of a time that I have ever been that excited. Not now when a new video game comes out. Not a few weeks ago when I got my new job and moved to Memphis. Not as a kid on Christmas morning or at a birthday party. Not ever.
I just can’t relate to that level of excitement. I can relate to her barking at a noise in the middle of the night. I can relate to her look of bliss when I scratch her belly. I can even relate to her clinging need to press right up against me when she sleeps. And yet, I just can’t relate to the way she completely loses it when I pick up a ball to throw or pull her leash out of the bag.
I wonder what it’s like to be that lost in excitement. I also feel just a tiny twinge of jealousy that it all comes from something so simple.
Last night we celebrated Kathryn’s birthday with a sushi dinner followed by a Freak Engine Improve show, and then it was drinks, fried food, and cheesecake at the Celtic Crossing bar. Tonight we see the Memphis Roller Derby and then we hang out with the Rollergirls at the Young Avenue Deli. Tomorrow, we’re off to the dog park so Shilo can get some much-needed exercise.
When Mark first heard I was moving to Memphis he sent me a long string of text messages that culminated with his coining the term “Memphibian.” I like it. I adopted it. I am a Memphibian.
Technically, this is the first day of week two. But I since my previous post was Last Day, I wanted to continue the theme. I’m getting settled into my new job and new life in Memphis. The job is great – I enjoy the challenge of the work and everyone I work with is close to my age, which is a much-welcomed change. As I’ve never been much of a car guy, the learning curve is pretty steep, but everyone is friendly and there are plenty of resources to utilize. On top of that, I enjoy learning about new topics. So things are good.
Outside of work, we’ve been slowly unpacking and integrating all of our stuff. There are still a lot of unopened boxes, but it’s coming together. Our donate-to-good-will box is overflowing with things we no longer have use or space for. We’ve also spent a fair amount of time finding new places to eat in the neighborhood.
So that’s that. I’ll try to update a little more often now that the big storm of moving and job starting is over and things are slowing down a bit.
