Saturday 19 March 2005

you know spring is coming when

  1. the birds are chirping like crazy at 3:00 a.m.
  2. you see one person in hat, scarf & big coat, and in the next minute, another person in shorts
  3. suddenly, people are EVERYWHERE
  4. the night buzzes
  5. teenagers seem more mischievous
  6. you feel more mischievous
  7. planting flowers seems very important thing to do
  8. you hate all your winter clothes
  9. your limbs are very, very pale and scared to be exposed outside
  10. you want to hang clean sheets on the clothes line
  11. margaritas call to you
  12. you regret every cookie in the last 4 months and wonder why you didn't make getting REALLY fit your winter project so you would be excited to wear small amounts of clothes instead of dreading it
  13. Easter bonnets seem cute
  14. you spot blooms on trees and are totally surprised
  15. all your windows are filthy
  16. you sense that the world is not all lost after all

Thursday 17 March 2005

life insight coaching LIVE, baby

My coaching site is live and well! I am well glad it is Out There and I have a shingle to hang.

I want to publicly thank these fine folks for help in getting it into the world:

1. Mike "
Cynical G" Bateman, for his cheery and clever design. Able to take the Network Solutions templates and successfully put lipstick on the pig without complaint.

2. Heather Roberts, for lending her artistic muscle and creative eye to help me with my web photo.

3. Lexie/Lexington/Lexicon Bebbington, for her immediate and enthusiastic feedback on content, images, and her impromptu gender polling of Martin for the male view, and loving support.

4. Barbara Faculjak, my all time favourite editor, always able to make it clean and clear and real within 10 minutes, while driving or on a conference call.

5. Mark Johnston, for endless name brainstorming ideas, for getting excited with and for me, reviewing every step of the way, and bankrolling my domain name and web registration.

6. Friend and Family Network, for encouragement and 'YAY' e-mails, and letting me know what you think.

Now you know a life coach. For whenever you want to work on something. Or know someone who does. Or just want to see what it is about. (and in 6 months the price goes up :-) )

Tuesday 15 March 2005

Dears Martin and Lexie. Out for Italian when I was visiting them in their sea side town near Bournemouth.  Posted by Hello

Thursday 10 March 2005

means to an end

I thought I'd ride a bike here in Cambridge. I had visions of me (with long, flowing hair) pedaling through the streets on a one-speeder with a basket with fresh flowers and a baguette -- sun shining -- perhaps singing and practicing going no-handed. Oh so misguided.

People don't ride their bikes here for sport or pleasure. Is is transportation -- getting to work, the shops, the pub, school. And I have seen death and gravity defying riders -- the mother with one toddler behind, one in front and shopping bags on the handle bars, talking on a cell phone, without breaking stride. No one has helmets on. They aren't wearing sporting clothes. People regularly smoke while riding. Or smoke AND talk on the phone while riding.

It is not like we have all dedicated bike lanes either. Many roads are really not meant for travel in both directions for cars -- and then add bikers on top of that and it is squishy. Lots of bikers. And of course, bikes don't have to obey traffic laws. Everyone knows that. Stop lights are for suckers in the cars.

The bikes are ratty- with Sainsbury bags on the seats because it almost always likely to rain here. They are old and rusty and banged up and it seems they are locked up with shoelaces or not at all. I think of how many friend's bikes have been stolen in DC with heavyduty state-of-the-art locks and wheels taken off and whatnot. Seems like it is no biggie here.

I frankly think I'd be better off learning to DRIVE on the left here than bike. At least then I;d have doors and a roof protecting me. I'll admit it, I am a little chicken. Or maybe since the leisurely wheel down the street is out of the question, I'll just stick to hoofing it. The joy is in the journey, isn't it??

Friday 4 March 2005

I hate the bus

Now that I 'commute' in Cambridge on the Citi 2 several times a week, I have come to several realisations/realizations.

  1. I hate the bus
  2. Every 10 minutes means "very occasionally" especially when you have to pee, it is raining, or cold or if you are in a hurry.
  3. Some drivers are mean
  4. Some drivers hum
  5. Old ladies and young mothers ride the bus a lot
  6. The crazy/smelly person will always sit next to you if you silently pray "please don't sit next to me"
  7. Kids are loud
  8. People have no issue taking up more of the seat then is rightly their share
  9. Sometimes kids are really cute
  10. If you are tired of waiting and start walking, the bus will pass you as you try to make it to the next stop.
  11. They advertise for Women Drivers to be bus drivers here.
  12. If you get on a very crowded bus after waiting for 30 minutes, 3 empty ones will be right behind it.
  13. When you are in a hurry, someone gets on the bus and asks the driver many many questions about the bus system.
  14. You see the same people all the time and they see you and you have an unspoken Bus People relationship
  15. You learn to walk 3 blocks to get the 25p cheaper fare.
  16. There are 15x more of the other bus lines on the road than the one you are looking for. "That is the 3rd Number 7 that has gone past in the last 10 minutes and NO number 2s"
  17. I am not a big fan of the bus

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taking away the February gray Posted by Hello