Gerri’s Blog

Hi, everyone! I see you all had a chatty good time while I was away! Thank you, HP, for not blowing up the gutter, er, blog while I was gone! I’m so glad all of you are enjoying my blog and are getting to meet other people from across the country and the world. It’s amazing how small we can make this world of ours, isn’t it? 

And oh, it is so nice to be home. For those of you who live/work in a city, I don’t know how you do it. Traffic was a nightmare. It was sweltering with all the concrete and asphalt. Everyone was rushing about, darting in and out of traffic, always in a hurry to get somewhere. Rushing from the parking lot to the buildings, hurrying to the elevators, wolfing down lunch, jogging to the car after work, back in traffic, rushing out to eat, to shop . . . exhausting. By the time I was heading home Friday afternoon, driving a rental car with another co-worker, a death-grip on the wheel as we are stuck in 5 o’clock traffic . . . well, my stress level had reached new heights!

The training session . . . well, let’s just say it took me back to chemistry class in high school when all I wanted was to be in an English lit class! It was a class that was geared more toward programmers than end users so there were glassy eyes, frowns, and “what the f—” was murmured constantly!

On a good note, my sixth-floor hotel room had a nice view (if you consider a cityscape a pleasant view) and we had a beautiful thunderstorm one night with quite an impressive lightning show. And my dear brother and sister-in-law came by for a visit and dinner at a local Mexican food place. The margaritas were cold and tart, and the food spicy!

But . . . I wouldn’t want to live like that! No, this is more my speed. Saturday morning, about seven, the deer were waiting. Several were in the orchard stealing peaches, the rest were milling around the water trough, waiting for breakfast. So as I filled my bucket with corn and walked slowly amongst them, talking quiet gibberish, I couldn’t help but think of all those poor souls stuck in the city, never to experience the gentleness of nature on such a fine summer morning as this.

The old saying stop and smell the roses takes on a whole new meaning. I think we all need to slow down just a bit and quit rushing through life as if we are running from something. This life we’re given is precious and short . . . treat each day as the gift I think it was meant to be, and not as something we wish were over with so that we can get on to the next one and the next one, and so on.

Enjoy the day, my friends.