... to bring you a deer. Really, a doe - a deer - a female deer grazing in the yard of the kid's paternal grandparents' house outside of Atlanta. Flew down here from PDX on the redeye last night, and didn't sleep at all between the kid dozing fitfully on one side of me and a poor soul who was at least 6'5" crammed into the seat on the other side. We landed, were picked up by the kid's grandparents, and then went to a local BBQ joint for grits and eggs and sausage - totally surreal. I thought about taking a photo, at the very least of the life-sized cutout of GWB stashed in a corner - but thought better of it.
And then we came home, and saw the deer as we pulled in to the driveway.
I managed a brief nap before getting up to call in to my meeting at 8am, Portland time. I've been working from here, calling in to meetings and keeping up with email. I've a few colleagues who are out this week on vacation, so I'm their coverage as well. Email's coming in, and I'm doing my best to keep calls and such limited to times that coincide with the schedule here, three hours ahead. I'm dealing with corporate lifecycle discussions; my "not-in-laws" are making cornmeal-encrusted okra and grilling shrimp.
Such a different pace of life, and one that's increasingly attractive. We drove by housing developments with prices starting "in the low 100s". Substitute the "1" for a "3" and you'd have Oregon. And maybe for a "high 400s" - and it'd be San Jose.
I keep thinking that someday I'll have time to sit down and figure out what I want to do with this one beautiful, blessed life I have - and I realize that the life's happening now, while I'm zooming from airport to cube farm. Pretty sobering thought, all in all. Especially when my thinker's pretty jet-lagged as it is. Maybe tomorrow I'll go out and talk with that doe for awhile. I think she's onto something.
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