I think I have to face facts that the blog seems to be winding down. That's the trend lately. Maybe it's time for another hiatus, or maybe I will fall into a groove of posting intermittently indefinitely. Who knows? Life got busy, and this blogging thing has been going on for years and years, so maybe it's about time for it to wrap up. I don't know yet.

What I do know is that Saturday was gorgeous! In spite of having colds (the Boyfriend is now way worse off than I am), the B took me for a motorcycle ride to Alki where we had a delicious lunch and nice walk on the beach in the warm sunshine. This week will mark our 6 months, and we're going to celebrate with an outing for sushi. Life is calmer this week with a little break in busyness at work, and I'm still on the short break from volunteering with the AS group. This is very nice. I feel like I need some time to re-energize, especially with the cold/allergy business that's been happening the last week or so.

My good friend Chris sent me flowers last week, which was a lovely surprise. They're remaining beautiful and fragrant in my office. It cheers the place up!

At work the other day, friend Jen and I had an entertaining encounter with a young, tall, frat- boyish looking guy ahead of us in the Subway line. He was talking pretty loud and was very friendly. When I ordered the garden patty for my sandwich, he turned and asked me, "What is that?"

Me: It's a garden burger.

Him: Oh, I thought it was meatloaf. That would sure be good. But, your thing is like the opposite of meatloaf.

Me: Yep. You're right.

I continue to order, and he continues to make comments/jokes about my not-meatloaf sandwich.

Him: Wow! This place is great! I'm not from here. I'm from Colorado, and we don't have anything like this there! This is great!

Me: I see. How come you're here then?

Him: I'm here to talk with people about Jesus and stuff...without being weird about it, ya know.

I thought about this for a second, and then I said: Hrm. Well...that's hard to do.

Boy, THAT was a conversation stopper. Jesus guy turns away, finishes his transaction, and then takes off. The loud talking had caught the attention of others waiting in line behind us. After he walked away, they asked, "What's his deal? Why is here?"

Jen and I turned to them and said "Jesus!"

There were a few amused smiles and "Ohs" from the crowd, and then everyone went about their business. The funny thing to me about this isn't the fact that people are pitching for Jesus where I work--that's an everyday occurrence--but I can't wrap my mind around someone coming from Colorado for this purpose. I mean, in my mind, the God Squad has plenty of local members spreading the word. Do they need Colorado's assistance? Is there a problem here? And, who decides Seattle is the place to ship reinforcements? Is there someone overseeing the whole operation to determine where to send the reserves?

This seems complicated. It's a pity. He was kind of cute.

On a completely unrelated note, one of my big, ongoing projects lately is sorting through and getting rid of stuff. It's a chore, but it feels good to be making some progress on this. I'm becoming an organization addict, which I believe others would call an uptight neat freak. It's hard to curb that, though, when you get going and realize how much better life is without the things you don't use around. You know how people say it takes a special kind of person to become a doctor or a teacher or any kind of do-gooder? Well. I think it takes a very special person to work at a place like Goodwill. I can't imagine sorting through other people's crap all day. I feel totally overwhelmed just thinking about it.