An early alarm, an armload of pressed clothes lugged to the bathroom and the steam of the shower against the chill of a night not long passed. Shave,
deodorize, brush and comb. The rush to hit the freeway with a force and drive amidst honking heavy traffic for an hour or more and snatch the last
parking space in the D-lot and rush to check for phone messages and e-mail before literally running to the first meeting of the day. Here are a
collection of co-workers, all nice folks, and we are gathered to approve a specific new addition to our growing collection of software development
processes. But we each are obliged to see issues from our own unique perspectives and thus we argue and debate until one side or another
relinquishes, folds and gives in. We return to offices to write the results of our tumultuous discussions, favoring our own agendas because we must,
respond to ringing telephones and messages and march in step to the next meeting, and the next, and the next, until the day?s worn down and we find
ourselves back on the freeway and watching the day?s disasters on the evening news in multiple iterations, game shows during the dinner hour, a few
canned drama?s and a glass of wine or three to make the whole day appear palatable before your head hits the pillow and we start it all over again. I
know I?ll awake tomorrow to another day the same as today.
Static:
An early awakening due to natural causes, a few stray rays of sunshine off the gulf, just peering over a saddle of an off island in the Gulf. The
comfort of sleeping bag on sand that allows you to create a conforming nest for your unique body. Quiet early stirrings of a family preparing to
fish, an idling sputter of a boat baiting offshore, a whoosh of feathered wings aloft while the camp is still at rest, the small reflectious sparkles
of bait working and the white splashes of birds diving for breakfast. The first words of the morning from a favorite book and the growing whispered
sounds of conversation as folks stir awake. A folding chair on warm sand and a mound of ants that wasn?t there the night before and plenty of time
and interest, for lack of other interruptions, to watch them building tunnels and collecting food we have accidentally dropped. If we choose to take
the boat out we have no schedule. We don?t care if we catch fish, there?s plenty already on ice. If we feel like a beer we have one without concern
for the hour. When the sun rises full we don hats and turn up collars, paint lotions over our bodies for protection, and find shade; since there is
limited supply of this commodity we are likely to gather into groups, sharing space and talking together comfortably. We share a meal and an unshaped
evening with friends, build a campfire where we gather later just for the sake of being together for no defined purpose. We watch in the sun set and
the colors thrown into the eastern sky, strange silhouettes across the islands and later the moon rises nearly full and the darkened representations
of birds, easily identified even in darkness, move to the north end of the bay for the night. The fire burns down as do we, fading into the night.
From down the beach now I hear a single quiet conversation and some peace-inducing music. My bag is warmed from the sands and I climb in knowing I?ll
awake tomorrow to another day the same as today.
Nice thoughts Mike...
Ken Bondy - 3-1-2005 at 08:11 PM
I vote for static.
++Ken++woody with a view - 3-3-2005 at 06:04 PM
Quote:
My bag is warmed from the sands and I climb in knowing I?ll awake tomorrow to another day the same as today.
great thoughts mike-
isn't this the primary reason we all keep coming back?????
I'll take
Frigatebird - 3-3-2005 at 06:32 PM
static over die-namic any day.
Thanks Mike.Mike Humfreville - 3-3-2005 at 09:11 PM
Like you, I'd take the static over the dynamic. But perhaps that's because I'm used to both in my life and they sort of even themselves out. I
wonder though, how well will I fare with only static? Will I rock myself to sleep nightly? I hope not!
We all need a varying amount of the dynamic. Maybe there are varied forms of dynamics, e.g., tense meetings vs. an approaching severe weather pattern
in Baja.
Somewhere in the midst of all these changes one becomes the other and visa versa I guess.
Someday we'll figure it all out!
Thanks for warm words amigos.
Ak-centuate the Positive...
Mexray - 3-3-2005 at 09:24 PM
...E-liminate the Negative - and don't mess with mister in-between!
Too much 'Dynamic' gives me 'Static'...
Mexray
Baja Bernie - 3-5-2005 at 07:47 PM
It was like Mike lobbed the ball over the plate for you to hit it out of the park---You nailed it.----Don't mess with mister in between.Bruce R Leech - 3-5-2005 at 08:01 PM
that Dynamic day brought back all kinds of bad memory's.it is a nightmare . thanks for reminding me. sometimes we git board living in Paradise and we
need a good kick in the but just lick you gave me with that one. Eli - 3-7-2005 at 06:47 PM
My guess is some dynamics will enter in, once you have really settled nicely into static. It is your nature to be a grover and a mover Mike.