
I ran outside again today. The air was brisk and was perfect for running. September is almost here.

I ran outside again today. The air was brisk and was perfect for running. September is almost here.
I suppose I should write about warm wooden tables and dark interiors, walls lined with heavy shelves that stretch from floor to ceiling, cozy nooks to hide and read in, quiet, peace, the endless options for learning or for escaping into a fictitious world.
I do love all those things about libraries. These new modern libraries with shiny white walls, giant atriums, minimalist archictecture and bright Ikea-inspired decor — they don’t speak to me. They don’t make me want to stay and cozy up. They feel cold and sterile, and they are noisy. I want warmth and muffled sound from a library.
But that’s not really what I want to write about. Library means something different to me now. Library doesn’t mean a place I drive to so that I can browse and check out books. Library means the suite of books stored on my nook. It means lightweight, easy to hold, no-car-needed access to any literature I could ever want. It means instant gratification when I finish a book and don’t yet have another. It means nonfiction during the day and fiction at night, without having to carry more than one book. It means I can carry Lonesome Dove and Gone With the Wind, and Pillars of the Earth, and they weigh ounces instead of pounds. It means readable without having to turn a light on, so I can read in bed without keeping my husband up.
To me, library now means portable. Library means the collection of books I carry in my purse.
I unfolded the paper slip from my prompt box today, and on it was written “half-dressed.” This of course made me think of our recent trip to South Beach in Miami, where “half-dressed” is a generous description of the people we saw from our various perches around town. Quarter-dressed, or in many cases, tenth-dressed is more appropriate.
Sadly (or maybe happily) for you, I don’t have pictures of all the nine-tenths-naked bodies we saw. However, pulling the prompt made me realize that I never wrote about or published any photographs from our trip. And this trip was significant: it was the first time my husband and I have spent more than one night alone together since our first child was born almost 12 years ago.
And it was amazing.
We stayed The Angler’s, a small hotel off the main strip so that we could relax into quiet if we needed to, and we were thrilled to have our little oasis to return to after walks on the beach or around town.
We walked on the beach, lay by the pool and drank wine and cocktails, wandered the boardwalks and sidewalks by day and by night, ate when we were hungry, slept when we were tired, visited an art museum, went out on dates every breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The art deco architecture was refreshing — so much different from what we’re used to in southwest Virginia, and we particularly loved the bright life guard stands.




Did I mention it was amazing? Hopefully it won’t be another 12 years before we take a trip together again.
Thank you to sapel2013 for the prompt “half-dressed.”
A few weeks ago, I started using a tread desk when I work. I walk four hours a day, five days a week, while I type. It is as awesome as it sounds: 40 miles a week and I’m working while I walk.
The only problem is that I rarely go outside to exercise anymore. This morning was cool for August, though, and so I grabbed some music and my phone, and I went for my first run in weeks.
The wildflowers and growth along my route are as tall as I am, and I noticed a creek today that I hadn’t noticed before. As usual, I forgot how hilly this place is.
I miss running with my camera(phone). Now that fall is approaching, I need to do it more.
This is another entry for the Today Was a Good Day photo challenge. I’m having fun using Mesh :-).
I recently listened to the TED Radio Hour‘s episode, Amateur Hour, which shared several funny and insightful stories of people in positions as novices.
One story was about a “professional amateur,” A.J. Jacobs, writer and editor-at-large of Esquire magazine, who lives his life as an experiment. He constantly puts himself in new positions, like spending a month telling nothing but the truth, or spending a month outsourcing his life, or as he shared in his TED Talk, like spending a year living Biblically. Everything was new to him in each instance, and each experiment changed his life.
Another story was from mother Julia Sweeney who says, “I think if I really understood what parenting was going to take, I would not have done it.”
And then she says:
And I’m really glad I did it.
These stories got me thinking about my own adventures in amateurity. Specifically, in the past few weeks at work. I have recently dived into a couple of endeavors as a complete and total noob. One of those is attempting to organize a support conference at our company’s annual meeting in October. The other is that I applied to speak at the inaugural WordCamp US in Philadelphia in December.
Have I ever organized a conference? No. When I volunteered, did I have any idea of the processes involved in organizing our company’s annual meeting? Not a clue. Have I ever spoken at a WordCamp? Um, no again.
The thing about being an amateur, about saying, “Heck yeah, I’ll do that,” is that you have no idea what you’re getting into. And that’s what’s so fun about it. In both of the cases above, I signed up thinking, I can totally do this. And I’m sure I can. But had I sat down and thought about how big a deal they are, or had any experience whatsoever in doing them, my approach might have been more… cautious.
The thing is, though, it’s not very much fun being cautious. To be sure, volunteering for these things is not about my own fun, about my personal pleasure or to serve my own needs — volunteering is about contributing to the WordPress community — but have having fun while doing your work, loving what you do, is important.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s also exciting to be an expert and get to a level of skill and understanding where you work in nuance instead of crude basics. If I ever become an expert in anything, I’m sure I’ll think that’s pretty cool, too. But there is something about being an amateur — the invigoration, the roller coaster, the fact that every time you learn something, it is brand new and amazing — that is exciting.
After listening to the “Amateur Hour” TED program, and as I navigate my way through these new adventures at work, I realize what I rookie I was when I volunteered to help wrangle this company conference. I attended the annual meetup in my second week as a full timer last year; this year, when I said “I’m happy to organize the workshops,” I had no idea what the planning for an international all-company meeting looked like. Likewise, my friend who is involved with WordCamp US in Philly thought it was amazing that the first WordCamp I applied to speak at was not a small local WordCamp, but WordCamp US.
“I don’t know if ‘amazing’ is the right word,” I told him. “‘Dumb’ or ‘naive’ might be more appropriate.”
But the thing is, when you’re an amateur, a) you don’t realize you’re an amateur until it’s too late, and b) you don’t come in with preconceptions about how things should be done. You come in with your own ideas. You stumble, grasp, ask for help, are supported by the experienced people who appreciate what you’re trying to do, and you learn a ton along the way.
An amateur makes the common mistakes every amateur makes, but each amateur also has the potential for bringing something new. I’m not sure if I’ll be bringing any innovation to these new-to-me things I’m aiming for at work, but I sure am having fun along the way. Like Julia Sweeney and parenting, I am really glad I’m trying.

My husband brought home kittens yesterday — four month old sisters — without telling our children. The kids came home from school to find kitties in the rec room.
Our house is now the happiest place on earth.
Our children forgot about screen time. Nothing matters but these little cats. I can’t stop smiling for all the joy these two have generated in our home.
I’ll be honest. Much of the joy is my own. I’ve been wanting kittens for as long as our kids have, and now that we are finally in our own home, my husband made it happen. Last night we ate pizza and watched Monty Python while kittens played with ribbons and a jingle bell ball. Before bed, when they had gotten comfortable with us, one of them climbed on my chest… and purred.
Happiest. Mom. Ever.
I’m trying Mesh! My photos this week aren’t great – the kitties move too fast and like the dark, but this is my contribution to the Today Was a Good Day Mesh Photo Challenge.
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