Today Gabe is wearing a maroon shirt and blue shorts.
Since I started this blog, almost 3 years ago, I have almost never missed a post. I have skipped maybe 3 times on purpose and have outright just missed a week due to forgetfulness or confusion maybe twice.
Last week was one of those times.
Last Friday, when I normally would have been writing on this blog, I was packing everything I own into reusable grocery bags and suitcases, and stacking them high in the back of my station wagon, and driving up the coast to my new house in the woods.
All weekend, while listening to a nonstop stream of the Invisibilia podcast, I carried load after load into my new house and deposited it all on the floor. Then, over this week, the one main stack became several distinct piles, which then moved closer and closer to their room of choice.
Pots moved into cabinets. Clothes got hung on hangers. (Anxiety dreams were dreamt.)
And I am VERY tired.
To speak on my behalf in this week’s blog post, please accept the following photographs of things that have recently happened and my best attempts to capture the beauty of my new home in spite of its current pile-based state. (Hover over photos for captions.)
Today Gabe is wearing a brown sweatshirt, khaki pants, and brown boots.
This week I’m writing my post in advance because at the time my post usually goes live, I am going to be working in a sweatshop of my own creation, hand-packing and shipping Spark Notebooks to everyone who ordered one during our Kickstarter.
So I’m writing this on Sunday night, while trying to pack a full week of work into 1 weekend day and 2 weekdays before I leave for Seattle on Wednesday.
I’m driving up — it’s a 10 hour trip that I kind of love to do — and I’m staying with my Popforms cofounder from that night until whenever we get the last notebook mailed out.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We had originally set up production so that the notebooks, once printed, would be sent to a fulfillment center that would ship them out for us. But then they delayed the project. And then they delayed it again. And again.
So that suddenly, the notebooks we had promised by early January weren’t going to go out until maybe February.
And that’s when we decided: we’ll just do it ourselves. And in a way, it feels kind of right that it happened this way. Not that we wanted to spend several full days assembling boxes, printing labels, and hand-packing thousands of notebooks from Kate’s living room during the middle of a work week, but it actually kind of matches our history and who we are as a company. We have always been bootstrapped, doing things manually and keeping our hands on as much of the finished product as possible so we could make sure it was exactly what we wanted to deliver.
So I’m driving up to Seattle to pack a couple thousand notebooks into boxes.
And I don’t know when I’ll be back.
But it will be a good trip. I hope I’ll get to see some friends, but a change of scenery is always nice for me, regardless of what actually happens while I’m away.
I just hope my plants don’t die while I’m gone. Someone who I won’t name, but I bet you know who I’m talking about, didn’t water my plants while I was gone for two weeks for Christmas (his defense: “I forgot.”) and now one of them is in very rough shape. I’m hoping for a miracle while I’m away.
What should you do when every leaf on a plant has wilty brown edges? It’s very sad.
For now I’m trimming the obviously dead leaves off, giving it good light, and trying really hard to resist the urge to overwater it.
Send positive vibes our way and maybe, just maybe, when I come back from Seattle I will be a few thousand notebooks lighter and in possession of one beautiful, healthy Dieffenbachia Compacta.
Today Gabe is wearing a brown sweatshirt, khaki pants, and brown shoes.
This weekend, I went on a camping trip to celebrate a “bachel” which is a combination bachelorette and bachelor party where you and your future bride/groom invite all of your friends to a beautiful group campsite on a river in central Washington and have a great time for three days, swimming and playing lawn games.
On this trip, we saw lots of old friends from college, including one who on Saturday night, looked over at Gabe across a campfire, and noted that the outfit he was wearing at the time — the outfit pictured above — was also the same outfit he was wearing the first time they met.
Ten years ago.
Okay, probably more like eight, but still.
The pants are (most likely) different (versions of the same) pants, but the sweatshirt is definitely the same. And so is the hair, but not the moustache.
The thing about Gabe is, he knows a good look when he sees it, and he happens to have seen the best look he was ever going to see about 10 years ago, so why change? Some people can commit, and some people can’t. Gabe can.
Today I am hopping on an airplane to go home for a week, and I am very excited. Things have been running at *high* for a few weeks, and I am really looking forward to pumping the breaks and relaxing a little bit. Take some walks, maybe a bike ride, visit a museum…
Even though I am a bit of a nervous flyer, I always look forward to travel days. I kind of like being in airports; they always remind me of looking forward to things.
In fact, it is time for me to begin the slow transition of stuff from piles *around* my backpack, to their correct spots *inside* my backpack, so that I can make it to the bus in a non-sprinting, non-sweating manner. I find that the bus driver and my fellow passengers tend to really appreciate that.
Today Gabe is wearing a brown t-shirt, khaki pants, and his outdoor slippers.
Oh man the last few days have been just nuts. And by nuts, I mean terrible. And by terrible, I mean I haven’t been sleeping.
I was getting ready to type out a long explanation of why I think I haven’t been sleeping, and how it makes me feel, and what I’m going to do about it. But then I remembered, hearing about people’s sleep issues is about as interesting as hearing about their dreams. Which is to say, not interesting at all.
It always seems like it’s going to be interesting when you’re the one telling it. And people tell these kinds of stories in a way that makes it sound likes it’s going to be interesting, and it clearly means a lot to them, but sadly it is just not interesting.
We can all relate, but we only tend to care when we are the ones not sleeping. When you’re well-rested, being super tired doesn’t sound that bad. But when you have insomnia, you can’t believe other people are managing to function in the world and that they don’t care how crazy and awful you feel.
But there I go, talking about it when I said I wouldn’t.
Instead, I’ll share this pretty cool stuff that’s been happening.
This website I found just a day or two after my last post (and which my mom also sent to me!): http://stoptellingwomentosmile.tumblr.com/
Another great website is this one: http://popforms.com
Hey, I helped make that! Visit it. We have a blog. I write lots of it. Yay! Right?
Another interesting thing is that I am leaving for France on Tuesday. Tuesday! Can you believe it?
I really cannot. In fact, I think I’ve spent the last few days in a form of denial; the kind where you talk a lot about your trip in the abstract, and you do things like get your suitcase out of the closet or make a reservation for a train you’ll need to take, but you don’t really think about how in 72 hours you will be in the French countryside with your boyfriend and your boyfriend’s family, eating cheese and considering the landscape from sunup to sundown.
So that’s another thing that’s going on. I suppose I should move my clothes from their neat piles on the floor into my suitcase, and sort out which pairs of shoes I can bring.
To be honest, I think I’ve worried so much about how to occupy myself during the flight, I’ve completely forgotten that at the end of that flight, I’ll be in another, beautiful country. On vacation! Well, working vacation. But in the French countryside, isn’t everything kind of vacation? And I will be there for weeks. That’s w-e-e-k-s.
It’s crazy. I can’t wait. In fact, I’m going to start packing now.
PS. Happy Father’s Day to the world’s greatest dad. I found this cute picture of us today. (I have to assume my face is that way because I was in the midst of receiving some kind of lecture on the history of the red t-shirt or the historical implications of those arches behind us.) (Just kidding.)
Today Gabe is wearing a green jacket, a brown sweatshirt, a white t-shirt, khaki pants, and brown shoes.
It’s France Watch 2013 in our house today. Gabe is fluttering around me, putting things in piles and reminding me that I absolutely must bring my baseball mitt to France and would it be helpful if he put it on top of this stack of important documents so I definitely don’t forget it?
Yes, Gabe. Thank you. I will be packing my baseball glove. (Wouldn’t it be funny if I forgot it?)
Meanwhile, I am still stewing on the idea of occupying myself in a tiny space for 10 straight hours. Movies are good, sleeping is good. Reading is good, until your eyes get too tired. I have a stack of crossword puzzles I’ve been stockpiling for the last few weeks so I can work on those until I get too frustrated by not being able to complete a quadrant and I try to flush them down the airplane toilet.
Oh and I can eat lots of snacks too.
My boss recently sent me a copy of a book called “Excel for Dummies.” It’s research for a course we are writing for the popforms website. She sent it to me because I only recently found out you can use Excel to like, do math, and not just make fancy charts, which apparently is common knowledge but not common enough for me to know.
So maybe I’ll spend 10 hours becoming a Rain-Man-esque Excel spreadsheet genius and I can wow the people of France with my ability to multiply and do functions across unimaginable spans of columns.
Maybe I’ll just watch a movie and try to sleep.
Today Gabe is wearing a green jacket, a brown sweatshirt, khaki pants, and brown shoes.
For anyone anxiously awaiting the results of my juice fast, here you go: I did not so good.
By the end of the first day, my energy got so low that I actually started to feel ill. I got a phone call from a friend in San Francisco who I had been trying to connect with for weeks, and even though the phone was right there in front of me, within reach, blinking with the name of someone I desperately wanted to talk to — I could not muster the energy to even reach for the phone, let alone answer.
I didn’t like it. So I ate some toast.
(After an hour of willing myself to get up off the couch and go to the kitchen.)
So for the next two days, I continued to drink my juices and tried to limit my food intake, but all in all, this juice cleanse was a bust. I ate fish tacos at some point in there. That was not prescribed in the fast.
I’m not sure what happened that first day; it’s possible I got dehydrated and that’s what made me so ill and groggy, but whatever it was — it was no good. And I had things to do!
The last few days have been packed with writing and and an intense craving for sushi. I assume they are unrelated, but then, the creative mind is very unpredictable. I’ve been working hard to get tons of content ready for the site launch of popforms, the startup I am working on. I always feel like I am really close to finishing everything I need to get done, but of course, there is always more to do.
And in fact, there is more to be done right now.
Later today I’m going to be working on a post for the site about leadership wisdom. Do any of you have favorite quotes from Lee Iacocca-types? Ralph Waldo Emersons? Hilary Clintons? Anyone at all who’s got something to say about being the boss.
It’s always good to hear what other people think, because one person’s opinion on great leadership quotes is…well, a little one dimensional. I would love suggestions if you have them.
Otherwise, come back next time to hear what Gabe is packing for France. Khakis? A grey sweatshirt? And whatever happened to his blue sunglasses?? Same bat time, same bat channel, etc.