i am home
I am home. I am a happy Texan.
Saturday morning began with a 10 mile run with my old marathon training team, TexFX. I wasn't sure I could do it, I hadn't run since L.A. and I came home with sniffles. The morning was bright, cool, clear and beautiful. Being up early running around the lake just feels good. Though I was tired and the morning was cold, I was so happy to be home again in this city where we still have plenty of trees, some good cleanish air, and a pretty path around a lake that a girl can run on a Saturday morning.
There are certain parts of the trail that are my favorite. While Kat doesn't like running over the Long Horn Dam, I like it almost as much as I like far East side of the lake. The east side is less traveled and the landscapers don't spend much time there, so it's wilder and less kept up. I can't resist running through a pile of leaves when I see one to run through. I made it all 10 miles and at the end, I didn't even feel sore. (This was not the case this time last year when I asked mu teammates when I might stop feeling so sore after each run, and I meant immediately after, not just the next day.)
Last night we had a rousing filmmaker gathering at the Driskoll bar. I tried really hard to tell the bartender how to make an Italian Valium, but did not succeed, so I settled for my usual glass of overpriced red wine. It hit the spot just fine.
I saw people I hadn't seen in ages, people that I've emailed and called, folks I've been reading about. They all wondered how the screenings went, whether the Storie team was tired and how we were holding up.
In all, the screenings and the trips were great. It reminded me of when I was in college touring Europe with a backpack, sleeping in a new place almost every night, exploring, visiting, on the journey.
More later on the details, the short story is that we learned much, we made some great contacts, and as usual, there is follow up work to do. This time, however, new doors are open to us and we'll be spending the next few months, here in Austin, while we get ready for what's next.
Last night, walking back to the car, a man wheeled up to us and left me with much to think about. His upper body was all bundled up in blankets and he had no legs at all, he was perched on his chair precariously. When he asked us for change, I was so taken aback I couldn't respond and he graciously said "God bless you all" and wheeled away. Like most of the homeless I know, he was understanding of those of us who have more than enough and can't be bothered to stop for a moment and see him. A spot-on example of going through the world with dignity and grace, and a reminder to me to step out of my own thoughts long enough to see him next time.
I'm off to do baby duty again. I found little Jessie a onesie that reads "Future President" and Lane gets his own D.C. shirt, too. I'm bringing cocoa, marshmallows, pizza and bubbles. It's gonna be quite an evening...
Saturday morning began with a 10 mile run with my old marathon training team, TexFX. I wasn't sure I could do it, I hadn't run since L.A. and I came home with sniffles. The morning was bright, cool, clear and beautiful. Being up early running around the lake just feels good. Though I was tired and the morning was cold, I was so happy to be home again in this city where we still have plenty of trees, some good cleanish air, and a pretty path around a lake that a girl can run on a Saturday morning.
There are certain parts of the trail that are my favorite. While Kat doesn't like running over the Long Horn Dam, I like it almost as much as I like far East side of the lake. The east side is less traveled and the landscapers don't spend much time there, so it's wilder and less kept up. I can't resist running through a pile of leaves when I see one to run through. I made it all 10 miles and at the end, I didn't even feel sore. (This was not the case this time last year when I asked mu teammates when I might stop feeling so sore after each run, and I meant immediately after, not just the next day.)
Last night we had a rousing filmmaker gathering at the Driskoll bar. I tried really hard to tell the bartender how to make an Italian Valium, but did not succeed, so I settled for my usual glass of overpriced red wine. It hit the spot just fine.
I saw people I hadn't seen in ages, people that I've emailed and called, folks I've been reading about. They all wondered how the screenings went, whether the Storie team was tired and how we were holding up.
In all, the screenings and the trips were great. It reminded me of when I was in college touring Europe with a backpack, sleeping in a new place almost every night, exploring, visiting, on the journey.
More later on the details, the short story is that we learned much, we made some great contacts, and as usual, there is follow up work to do. This time, however, new doors are open to us and we'll be spending the next few months, here in Austin, while we get ready for what's next.
Last night, walking back to the car, a man wheeled up to us and left me with much to think about. His upper body was all bundled up in blankets and he had no legs at all, he was perched on his chair precariously. When he asked us for change, I was so taken aback I couldn't respond and he graciously said "God bless you all" and wheeled away. Like most of the homeless I know, he was understanding of those of us who have more than enough and can't be bothered to stop for a moment and see him. A spot-on example of going through the world with dignity and grace, and a reminder to me to step out of my own thoughts long enough to see him next time.
I'm off to do baby duty again. I found little Jessie a onesie that reads "Future President" and Lane gets his own D.C. shirt, too. I'm bringing cocoa, marshmallows, pizza and bubbles. It's gonna be quite an evening...
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