Sucksy

I had the best day today. I always have the best days when I expect them to suck; I should expect days to suck more often. My day should have sucked, but I just don't have the "this day sucks" mentality in me. HEHE!

My Day, by Sonya Gibson.

I awoke a little late, and then noticed that I had bled all over myself a little early. I was as pleased as punch.

Checked out the inside of my fridge. Had some left-over Thai food; enjoyed it muchly. (Thanks!)

Cleaned up nicely, donned my day apparel and walked out the door with my bike (not without banging my handlebars, pedal and wheel against the door on my way. *bows*)
Biked to the Aquarium in the torrential downpour. Holy crap, man; halfway down the block, I was wetter than usual. Than on other rainy days. I mean the rain was REALLY coming down. With every upward rotation of the pedal, I could see the water squeezed out of my black spongepants as they pressed down against my upper legs. (I almost wrote about "thighs" there, and used descriptors (heaving, pumping, etc), until I recognized that this is not my other forum.)

I made it to work right on time, drenched. Really wet. Really very. Then, wearing my soaked pants, I jumped into my dry raingear. I don't really know why I did that.

Helped Phil with his gardening stuff. Said hello to all the people who work at the Aquarium. Talked to the guy who bikes through the front area on occasion while I do the ritual hosing-off; he jumped off of his bike and set it on the ground and asked if I could 'go nuts' and spray off the junk on his bike's gears. It was fun for me. I don't know why I was so happy. I think I liked that he'd so easily trusted that I would hose the gears down as though we were old drinking buddies or had bonded in 'Nam or some shit. Unspoken bond.

Phil and I went whistling downstairs, loudly, oblivious, into the beluga zone, disrupting a huge staff meeting just so we could score a couple of blueberry scones and muffins. =D Worth it!

The rest of the day I was a slacker (Mike had told me earlier in the day, that "it's okay to sit around and do nothing" -- woohoo! My first threat!) So, not to be the oddball, I chillaxedddd. It was fun.

But then later I did all my work plus all Meghan's work, hahah, to make up for my morning fun times. Atonement. Anddd during my time of proactive productivity, I talked to lots of people again. First, a woman asked me, "What kind of algae is that red algae there?" I didn't know, so I told her I'd find out and be right back. So I went to find Mike. Mike didn't know, so we went to find the naturalists. They were clothed, and I felt shafted. Ohhhhh, those are the naturists, right. So the naturalists are the interpreters who explain to the public what the aquarium creatures are and why they are all dying, essentially, and what humans are doing to fuck-up less. Except not in those words -- thus they are the interpreters and translators. So I met the naturalists and they were extremely helpful. I take back everything unbecoming I once thought/said about Lindsay. She's good people. We determined, after a short game of charades in which I showcased my less than stellar 'physically illustrative of algae' abilities, that the algae was really seaweed, and that it was one of two species of primrose seaweed native to the BC coastline. I thanked my team of nerdy smart girls, told the algae-woman the info, and then she gave me a sheet with more questions, so I went back to the office and we all bonded again. Team-building exercises are fun.

I was watching the fish for a moment when two kids started asking me questions about why the octopus was eating the crabs. And then they were asking me harder questions, like do these aquariums mimic the natural habitats realistically or merely functionally? And what's the difference? And then because I was using big words, some adults came over and started asking me "are these anemones the ones that you touch and then they pull into themselves?" The most important thing I have learned in the last while is the power of accepting, "I don't know." And of saying, "I don't know." It helps to give credibility to these words by carrying a broom, or by showing excess saliva at critical moments as the inquisitives approach.

I was going to bluff and say, "Yes, this is a white anemone," but I would have been way off.

I like flowers. OH. And then later in the office, my peeps were talking about beatniks and hippies and mushrooms and sacred geometry and about making sweet love to mother earth. "Sticking it" to mother earth, I think was the phrase. Beautiful. And it was beautiful. And then we all shared stories about loving the earth. I didn't have one so I made one up about a horse, thinking that that would be the safe course; but no, I just came off looking mightily perverted.

Later, biked home in the rain, smiling the entire way (because home time is the most fun). Once home, stripped, had a nap.

I was really happy. I wanted to be happy and to defend nothing.

"Never forget, you give but to yourself." - ACIM