i think i've found my place

peaberry coffee: colorado mills: outside seating: good coffee: sunshine and a view of the mountains

something about this place just works for me. it's got all the essentials neccesary for away/alone time. it's only about ten minutes from home, but that's far enough to decrease the liklihood of running into someone from work, which is almost impossible without leaving our town. so i can just hop on the freeway and 15 minutes later i'm setting up camp at an outside table with an umbrella, connecting to free internet, suntanning my legs, looking at the mountain and drinking coffee that doesn't resemble starbucks in any way. ****sigh of relief***

back home i had several such corners of the world i could disappear and tuck myself into. here i had to keep my eyes open for a little while to find it. this is me and my laptop's third visit and we think this place is a keeper. Shhhh....don't tell anyone where to find me.

in this exact moment I want for nothing to improve the situation. i even feel inspired enough to believe that i could become a frequent blogger again. though i doubt i have retained any sort of readership in my sporatic posting over the last three + years....i write for me and the idea invites me.

///a successful weekend on almost every account//

waking up to a total downpour by a phone call letting me know that something else in my department at work has broken and then proceeding to get cramps as i went into work on a saturday wouldn't seem like the recipe for a successful weekend. i should at this point remind myself that not every day should be judged by its beginning.

the rain, to most, would have been depressing. in this land of bipolar weather a good solid rain was comforting.
the phone call, though momentarily frustrating, was surprisingly tame and regretably common in theme. i can't say it caught me off guard, things in my department have a way of screwing themselves up....it's just my job to manage the crisis, not fix them. Prevention is an idea I can only dream about.

the cramps. that's life.

as for working on a saturday goes, i would consider it a contribution to the success of the weekend, not a detriment. LOVE FEAST. this celebration happens once a quarter and some of the bulk of the planning falls to me. i am the food end of things and carry the weight of making sure that 150 people get hot, tastey, theme appropriate food. thankfully there were only a few short moments in the course of my afternoon preparations in which I wondered about the shape of the evening should my efforts come to complete failure. again with much thanks to a graceful God I did not, in fact, have to find out how to deal with this kind of failure. all this to say that the social, entertainment and culinary elements of the 50's themed evening fell together perfectly and by the time I left the building (after about an hour of twisting to the oldies!) the sky had cleared and the weather was well on it's way to the sunshiny goodness i've been enjoying today.

the weather in colorado really does run on some sort of throw switch. one moment on, the next off. today, however, has furthered the statistic that I just made up in my head which says that the weather is at least 85% perfect 50% of the time.///

grace like this...

there is such, for this exact circumstance.
if only i could wrap my head around it.
there are some nights, or days, or afternoons, or times when i'm eating breakfast, or shopping for shampoo....when i feel the need for this grace more than others.
sappy love movies are not entirely to blame, but they are a guilty pleasure and should be avoided when my lonley bone is aching.
i will not and should not do anything to try and conjure up a remedy.
and this brings on the madness, for which I so desperately need this grace.
grace to be...here.
grace to be...now.
grace to be...waiting.