Back on track

Good to be back on the old blog.

I have been in hibernation the past few weeks as I have been making a "career transition" (read: new job). I am thrilled (read: euphoric).

I am now officially "Assistant Director of Communications" for a state agency. It's a far stretch from where I thought an MA in Art History would get me, but I am not complaining. On the contrary, I am giddy with excitement. Of course, I am also convinced that I am going to fail miserably and make a complete jackass of myself, but that's nothing new.

Today was my first day at the office. And oh, what a lovely, lovely office. I used to think that I could never endure a desk job, and that I would hate working with the suits and the skirts. Wrong. I love my little office, which has a door (that closes) and a window (that opens). Perhaps this is no big deal to you, dear readers. but this is a mind-blowing step up from where my professional life had been. You mean there is life beyond cubicles?!

My first day on the job was actually last Thursday, when I attended a conference at a resort on warm, sunny Lake Chelan. (Yes, I love this job.) SMH came along, and in addition to enjoying the outdoorsy stuff while I was attending sessions, he got his TV fix at the hotel. (We don't have cable right now, therefore we don't have TV. Quite a contrast to our apartment situation.)

The conference ended Friday, after which SMH and I spent a night camping on Lake Wenatchee. Our camping adventure was cut short by Loki, who was horribly sick all Friday night and woke us up every hour to let her out of the tent. Still, we got to roast s'mores over the campfire, and really, what more can you ask for?

Because our trip was cut short, we were around to watch Olympia's marathon yesterday. It's no big production like the Flying Pig, but we decided to walk up a few blocks to be one of the few spectators cheering on the runners. I tried to find inspiration in the marathoners, but I just felt happy to be on the curb in comfy jeans and a sweatshirt. I might be hitting new strides professionally, but I am woefully lacking in the running department.