That was the theme given to dress up for the Chase Corporate Challenge 5k. Sadly, only Gina and I heeded the email. Granted, most of our colleagues who participated were running for time, but a little effort would have been nice.

I don’t think I’ve ever signed up for a 5k before, other than my sister’s first in Philly. I certainly haven’t been running lately. My last marathon was in 2003 and I’ve never successfully found a way back to the habit.

I wanted to show company spirit, so I agreed to walk. Half of the walkers peeled off to a bar by the ballpark less than 15 minutes into the race, but I was part of a foursome who soldiered through the August gloom and made the hour-long march.

Not being trained or used to doing much of anything standing on my own two feet for an hour at a time, I am aware of having used my body. Focused walking gets my respect as a way to be active. Sadly, slip-on Hush Puppies do not make for the most comfortable footwear for the aforementioned activity, so I’ve got some sore toesies. I also admit defeat and need to see a doctor about the chronic foot pain I’ve experienced daily for over a year now. Limping isn’t becoming. I should have soaked my tootsies tonight in Epsom salts.

On an unrelated note, today a federal judge ruled that prop 8 to ban same-sex marriage was unconstitutional. Gay hate really isn’t becoming. I’m so happy to see this issue be raised and debated within my lifetime.

As a kid growing up, I never would have dreamed that I would have the opportunity to be legally married. It’s the right thing, I just wasn’t optimistic that US society would get there. I’m proud that California is almost as open-minded as Iowa, Massachusetts and more evolved countries.

We’ve come a long way, baby.

Sad, but true, our littlest fish Pat Finn passed away today. He had been looking ill since he arrived. I’ve done so much research on fish health, stress and proper living conditions over the past few weeks. I find them so calming and graceful, so I want to do all I can to keep ’em around.

Here’s a lesson I’ve learned: don’t name pets after people you know. Especially if they work in the same office as you. Even more especially if the naming was done out of spite because the person criticized the original name. (mind you, I was not the fish namer and the rejected name was Sticky.) You never know if the human namesake will come down with shingles. Luckily, he was back in the office today. Unluckily, the smaller scaleier one died.

As the person who is most emotionally invested in our finned friends, I had the duty of flushing Pat Finn into the great beyond (of the San Francisco sewers). I happy to report I only choked up a little. No external tears.

The two other residents Mr. Pickles and Heidi appear to be thriving. Perhaps I just don’t know how to read their various moods. Their active swimming looks happy to me. After their stint on their webby lifestream, they are going to go home with the fish-namer to her two little boys. I hope they grow big and old.

On a final note, I felt a twinge of irony as I enjoyed my fish burrito for dinner. Nonetheless, it was delicious.

My sister is flying through San Francisco on her way home from Philly and Boston. She just walked 60+ miles for breast cancer. I couldn’t be more proud of her.

Unfortunately, I can’t run out to the airport to give hug and visit she deserves. Between the drive there and back followed by a bike ride from home to the office, the time just isn’t there. What’s frustrating is the number of times she’s done it for me at SEA. Then again, her work is less than two miles from that airport.

Life is all about timing, huh? Schedules need to mesh, people need to be there and opportunity is a fickle mistress. Luckily, I’ll know this “chance” rendezvous will come around again.

Family is a destination, not an accident. Seeing her tomorrow would have just been an extra-special day. I know I’ll be headed north and we’ll make it happen next time. Time is what we make it. This time, I made one choice. There will be other choices.

Oh, and the tattoo? Her high school boyfriend put a pretty botanical piece on her shoulder and our aunt got a matching sprig of the same plant on her wrist and outside of her hand. Lesbians are wacky like that. Seriously, although I haven’t any ink myself, I can understand how sweet it is for them to bond and share the experience.

Maybe me and Janie Sparkles should make time to get matching tattoos?

There’s nothing deep about the title of this post. It’s a simple fact about the photograph. Typically, we sit with out back to this view, staring at the TV. I rarely even sit this way to knit. It’s pretty as a picture, this cityscape. Kind of a waste, huh?

We’re lucky enough to have windows along this side of the apartment. So, the kitchen and entry/bike parking area have the same amount of windows and look out on the same freeway on-ramp. It’s got direct light in the morning, but as the sun travels through the sky, we get this happy illumination that keeps our light switches off until the sun goes down. I love me some natural light.

Just moving myself around the apartment and parking myself in a different orientation is almost as good as shuffling furniture around. Who needs new items or to redecorate when you can just pick a new seat? It feels fresh and makes me appreciate our home anew. Good thing we haven’t gotten rid of this couch. Janie tends to be its main resident.

In a similar vein, we changed the sheets on the bed last night. That always leads to a restful night’s sleep. Not as sterile and crispy as a hotel, but a luxury nonetheless. Taut cotton, still warm from the dryer, is a sensation that I deny myself too frequently. In other words, I really should change the be more often. Even Janie revels in a clean bed. She stayed upstairs snoozing until noon today.

I hope I experience the same positive symptoms at my new desk at office. We sit at long tables, three people across face-to-face with colleagues. Since I started, I’ve sat across from the PR director who has fast became one of my closest peeps. (We can often be seen holding hands as we head upstairs to get a snack.) The other people at my table are two teammates, a PR manager and the goldfish (or Dan Germain from Innocent Drinks for the week he was with us).

On Friday, I moved one table over, towards the middle of the room, away from my boss and the lovely graphic designer kids (and home of my other favorite peep who’s going to be an exchange student in London at Dan’s office). The reason? To get me and my two colleagues at the same table as our other two teammates. Now the party of five sits together. We’ve been wanting this since December, so rah-rah for completion.

I hope the new view results in a more productive me. There’s plenty to do, and the sooner I get more of it done, the earlier I can leave and give some time to things I’ve neglected. I need more boundaries so I can claim more free time for me, Chris and Janie. With more free time, or personal time, I can get more stuff done that I dream of: bread baking, designing, knitting other people’s patterns, organizing the house, etc. And then I won’t be craving new perspectives (like this weekend’s obsession with getting a sibling for Janie).

Today I twatted that 12 months ago, I had no idea what kind of ride this year would be. (I was mostly worried about Sock Summit). It’s been a doozy and I don’t know where the roller coaster is going next.

I know where I want it to go… but we’ll see. Happy August.