Fuel for Your Daydreams

Despite a few bumps, I’ve been very fortunate in my career. The path I’ve chosen is demanding and deadline-driven, but it’s also allowed quite a bit of flexibility— like working remotely! — that many traditional roles would not.

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This place really is awesome.

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Did you know I’ve been a remote employee for 12 years? That means that of the 28 years I’ve had “regular” nine-to-five office-type job, 43% of my time has been spent working somewhere other than an employer’s site. Like in that brew pub, as pictured above, which serves lunch as well as beer. (I wasn’t actually working the day I took that photo, but did return during the week.)

Working remotely definitely has its share of pros and cons, but, for me, the pros (no commuting, comfy wardrobe, flexible hours, etc.) FAR outweigh the cons (occasional feelings of isolation, difficulties with teleconferencing, tendency to work longer hours, to name a few).

I used to think of myself as someone who “works from home.” But the longer I did it and the more people I encountered who were also doing it, I realized that “remote employee” is a much better distinction. Because, really, I can work from anywhere as long as I have a suitable environment (a quiet spot with few distractions), electricity, and a decent internet connection. I’ve worked from my friend’s house in North Carolina, both of my daughters’ houses on multiple occasions in various states, and my friend’s farm in Pennsylvania. With a bit of juggling, I can even stick to a schedule that requires feeding baby goats every few hours five times a day.

Not that long ago, I had a boss who struggled with the distinction between working from home vs. working remotely. Working from home means one works from their home and working remotely means one works from a remote location. ANY remote location. Unless your work terms/contract specify otherwise, of course, which mine did not.

As a courtesy, I usually let employers know if I’ll be in a different location. Especially if there was a significant time zone difference. But that particular boss would say stuff like, “I let you work from California for several weeks,” like she was doing me a big favor. That’s one of the reasons I decided to work from Pennsylvania earlier this year without telling anyone. I was going to work from my Dad’s house, but after spending the weekend there, it quickly became apparent that it was far too loud for me to work at his place. So I relocated to my friend’s goat farm. I was there for an entire week and no one knew any different. Despite the fact that there were two recurring appointments on my daily shared work calendar that said something like “feeding kids lunch” and “afternoon kid snack.”

The boss was surprised to learn on Friday that I’d been working from a farm in Pennsylvania all week, but I still don’t think she got the point. Remote means remote. It does not mean I have to be in any specific place.

I came across a great story today on Roadtrippers.com that took that experiment much further. Its headline says it all… This badass couple spent a year road tripping across America… without telling their bosses

If you’re interested, give the article a read. Remote work isn’t for everyone and not all jobs can be done well remotely. I’m very glad that my job is one that can be done from anywhere. It opens the door to a very wide range of possibilities. Who knows where life will take us next?

Back on Track

Hello, Minneapolis!

I’d be less than truthful if I said I didn’t enjoy the Summer break. It would have been nicer if I’d had some grand adventures, but lots of fun little things I did, which would not have been possible had I been working, made up for it.

The mini-week in Virginia Beach was a very nice dose of relaxation topping off the Summer. My girlfriend and I enjoyed relaxing in an oceanfront room with a balcony, watching the sun rise daily and, at day’s end, people-watching as folks frolicked on the boardwalk. We rode our bicycles a lot, ate quite a bit, enjoyed some adult refreshments, spent some time on the beach (it was a hot and humid week), and just relaxed. It really was lovely.

All good things must come to an end, though.

I flew to Minneapolis on Sunday, September 9, and officially started my new job on September 10. It seems like a good, solid company, staffed by good people. I met lots of new people, learned a bunch of new things, and then flew home late on Thursday. It was exhausting, but in a good way.

The week was overshadowed by news of and worry about the impending hurricane. Early in the week, forecasters were predicting that the storm would track inland from the N.C. coast and head north to our area on Thursday. Originally, I was going to return to Virginia on Friday afternoon. I knew I’d be stuck in Minnesota if I waited until Friday, with my company footing the bill for the extended stay, so we moved my flight to Thursday.  No big deal, really, as I’m sure I would’ve been able to entertain myself had my return been delayed.

This is pretty much as close as I got to the city.

The worry was because my friend’s house was right in the storm’s projected path. Heather and her husband, Timo, have a beautiful house in Carolina Beach (CB), south of Wilmington, NC. CB is actually on an island between The Cape Fear River and the ocean. They’re pretty close to sea level, about one-tenth of a mile from the Intracoastal Waterway and only about 10 miles from where the eye of the storm came ashore. Some of you may remember me talking about the area in posts like this one.

They and their pets had evacuated, so I knew they were safe, and I know material things can be replaced, but it’s such a beautiful area. It was sad thinking how much the natural beauty and landscape of the entire area could change forever.

I was sick to my stomach watching the weather coverage, seeing where the eye came ashore, watching Florence sit, churning away at the coast for several days. I thought for sure the island would have been leveled or heavily damaged at the very least. Miraculously, it was spared. There was some damage and flooding on the island, but it was FAR better than one would expect given all the horrific news coming out of that area.

They can’t return to their house until the roads around Wilmington are passable, but it seems as if their house is not damaged. They won’t know for sure until they’re back, of course. There will be yard clean-up to do, of course, but things really could have been much worse.

On a lighter note…

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He’s such a good sport. ❤️😎🐸

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That Hubby of mine recently decided we should start exploring local breweries, so we got back to that on Saturday. If you follow me on Instagram, you know we’ve been doing that for a couple of months. I was still pretty tired after that very-busy week, but sampling beer isn’t particularly strenuous. And I took it pretty easy on Sunday. Now, I’m readjusting to the reality of work.

Exciting Times

It’s been an eventful month for me. I figured I should give y’all an update. I will warn you, however, that I’m using my tablet, so there may not be many images. Or the format of this post could be mucked up. We shall see.

I’ve been doing little stuff around the house to keep myself busy. One of those things was starting to neaten-up my side of the basement. I didn’t finish because I got sidetracked by a couple of projects.

The first project was making LOVE. Hubby helped. 😎

My town is a bit late to the Virginia LOVE program. There’s a LOVEwork outside of town at the Airlie House and Farm (that’s where Earth Day was born!), but I would really like to see one in the historic downtown. I’d heard that the Town Council quashed plans for a LOVEwork in Old Town Warrenton (OTW) so I started kicking-around the idea of making my own. Hubby had enough scrap plywood for three of the letters, but I wanted to figure out an easy way to make a different sort of “O.”

Back in July, when I was having my hair done, my hairdresser was telling me how the move to her house and unpacking was coming along when she mentioned needing to remove an old satellite dish the previous owner had left behind.

“Can I have it?” I immediately asked. She looked at me like I had a few heads and asked why I would want that. I swore her to secrecy then explained that I needed something to make the fourth letter in my own personal LOVEwork.

A couple of days later, there was an old, dirty satellite dish and hardware in my backyard, much to Hubby’s chagrin. We no longer have cable TV and are perfectly happy with analog TV and streaming other entertainment, so he had no idea why I would want or need an old satellite dish!

I outlined the letters on the scrap plywood and Hubby cut them for me. Then I painted everything and hung it on the wall in front of our house. It turned out quite cool, in my opinion.

I had a bit of fun with the thing. I even texted pics to all of the kids, saying “Look, we made love last last week and I am sharing pics!”

Other people like our LOVE, too. So much so that we made the local news. If you’d like to read the article, this link will take you to the story on FauquierNOW.

The next project was painting this old end table that’s been in the to-do queue for a long time. I decided it would make a nice table for the porch, and I added a Barn Quilt to the top. It turned out so nice, I think I may keep it in the house.

Speaking of barn quilts… a friend and I have decided to start a barn quilt trail. We are just in the planning stages now, so I can’t say much. I thought it would be fun to have one here in Fauquier County. In July, we met with the ladies behind the Blue Ridge Barn Quilt Trail in nearby Greene County. Their trail already has about 70 barn quilts in all shapes and sizes and it’s only been around for about a year and a half. The one pictured below is at the visitors’ center.

Barn quilt LOVE in Greene County, Virginia. #blueridgebarnquilttrail

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That is a barn quilt LOVEwork. How cool is that? 😊

I’ve been visiting LOVEworks, too. I’m now up to 96! My log page is not completely up-to-date since I turned in my work computer. You know, the one that belonged to my former employer. They were kind enough to let me borrow it for a couple of months so I didn’t have to conduct my job search from this tablet.

It’s been pretty hot, so we have not done much motorcycle riding. Instead, we’ve been visiting breweries in our spare time.

Another date night with Hubby. ❤️

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Visiting breweries is a much more expensive hobby. Local breweries don’t give you tours and such like big commercial brewers do, it’s really all about tasting their beer. We’ve both decided it’s fun tasting so many different beers.

Last weekend, we actually did something really different. We did a long weekend centered around bicycle riding. We drove to Farmville, Virginia, about two and a half hours south of here.

I’d been to Farmville a couple of times previously, once to see their first LOVEwork and then just passing through. I knew there was a bicycle trail there with a cool bridge and had said several times I wanted to return. So that’s what we did. They have a second LOVEwork now, too.

It’s a LOVEly day for an adventure. LOVEwork 90! #loveva

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The High Bridge Trail State Park was the center of our visit. I pasted the description from the state park’s website below:

High Bridge Trail is 31 miles long and ideally suited for hiking, bicycling and horseback riding. Once a rail bed, the trail is wide, level and generally flat. Its finely crushed limestone surface and dimensions make it easy to enjoy. The park’s centerpiece is the majestic High Bridge, which is more than 2,400 feet long and 125 feet above the Appomattox River. It is the longest recreational bridge in Virginia and among the longest in the United States. High Bridge, a Virginia Historic Landmark, is on the National Register of Historic Places.

It’s a really nice trail, and the bridge was fun to see.

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Check out out this short video from the bridge:

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We visited a few breweries, too. Trapezium in Petersburg had my favorite beer, a white ale. The brewery in Farmville — Third Street Brewing — was nice, too, and in walking distance from our hotel.

The LOVEwork just happened to be in the vicinity of a brewery or two.

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Hubby was kind enough to drive about a three-hour loop on Saturday to see some more LOVEworks while we were in the area. Then Sunday, we detoured through Bedford, Virginia, on the way home to visit the National D-Day Memorial. I created a Google Photos album of the pics from the D-Day Memorial, which was even more impressive than I anticipated. Click Here if you would like to see the album.

Next week is my last week of freedom. I start a new job on September 10th. I’m excited about the opportunity, which is similar to what I’d been doing, but slightly different. It’s hot and humid here, so we’ll be playing indoors for the next couple of days. Monday, I’m off to the beach for 3-4 days with a girlfriend. Then on Sunday, September 9, I’m off to Minneapolis for a week of job training, meet-and-greets, etc. Back to reality, in other words. 😎

A different sort of bike vacation!

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Colorado Desert by Accident

I was in the process of deleting the remaining California images from my computer when I came across the ones from Labor Day weekend when Jasper and I traveled inland to escape the heat. They are very different from all of my other pics captured in and around the city, so I decided to share. This should be my last post about San Diego. For now, LOL.

Before going to San Diego, I’d done a Google search for the cutest small towns in California. The one that piqued my interest most was Julian, mostly because it’s only an hour east of San Diego by car.  I’d sort of forgotten about it until just before the long weekend as I was trying to figure out what I could do to escape the heat. It had to be dog-friendly, of course, since I was still on dog-sitter duty. When I saw Julian on the map, I decided to go there. I didn’t bother refreshing my memory first, which is good and bad. Bad because it’s touristy and was crowded. Good because we had an even cooler adventure as a result of wanting to escape those crowds.

Apparently, Julian is the southernmost spot in California where apples are grown, so apple pie is a big thing there. The lines were ridiculously long for apple pie, so I didn’t partake. Instead, I just moseyed around town gawking at things and people and doing a little shopping. The day was overcast and cool, with temps in the mid-60 range, which I thought felt like heaven (San Diego had been in the 90s!). Much to my amusement, quite a few people were wearing coats and knit hats against the “cold” temperatures. Not jackets, COATS. I was among the minority strolling around clad in a t-shirt and shorts.

The town was charming, but there were far too many people there for my comfort. Jasper gets nervous around people when he’s on his leash. It’s easier to avoid crowds, so I looked at the map and was happy to see that there’s a state park east of Julian.

The drive to Julian had been interesting, going from the densely populated coastal city into the mountains east of town, so I figured the drive into the desert would be nice, too. I was right. The road was curvy, which is fun in Shannon’s tiny Smart cart, and the terrain was fascinating. In spots there were huge boulders scattered about the hillsides. There were lots of different varieties of cacti, too, and a surprisingly wide range of colors. The sky even provided some drama as the clouds seemed to be hanging along and west of the mountains, so it got bluer and bluer the further east we went.

I embedded an interactive Google map below if you want to get a better idea of the geography I’m struggling to describe.

I did mention that I hadn’t really planned the whole outing, right? It really was a spur-of-the-moment thing. Which is why I hadn’t bothered to check how much fuel the car had. We were about halfway through the Anza-Borrego Desert State Park when I noticed the low-fuel warning light on the dash. I hadn’t planned on going as far as the Salton Sea, but we sort of had to at that point since we did not have enough gas to return or to even explore the park itself as I’d hoped.

Salton City was the closest population center, so that’s where we headed. After gassing-up along the highway, I figured I had to get a closer look at this inland sea while there, so I headed for Marina Road, thinking there’d be a marina at the end. Not only was there no marina, there wasn’t anything. By that I mean, nothing. It was the weirdest “city” I had ever seen! Really. There’s a whole network grid of streets, complete with street signs, but very few dwellings. It is basically a city that wasn’t. Here’s the Wikipedia link if you want to know more.

I did get out and look around a bit, but didn’t linger. The air smelled strongly of rotten eggs. I didn’t find out why until later. It had been unusually hot there, too. Government officials had issued an “odor advisory” for the area due to elevated levels of hydrogen sulfide, which is associated with natural processes occurring in the Salton Sea. Ew.

Even if we’d spent most of the day in the car, with only periodic stops for photos and potty breaks, it was a very interesting day, and it did provide a welcome break from the heat of the city.

As with previous posts, I’ve shared my favorite images below as well as a slideshow followed by a link to the album of images on Google Photos.

A glimpse of interesting colors.

 

I was quite tickled to see a barn quilt on the way to Julian.

 

There’s a mini barn quilt in the window!

 

Overlooking downtown Julian.

 

Jasper with a bear.

 

One of the lines for apple pie.

 

Not far east of Julian as we headed into the desert.

 

Pretty view.

 

Cacti

 

Entering the state park.

 

Call boxes dotted the roadside since there was no cell service.

 

So many different varieties of cacti!

The state park is supposed to be stunningly beautiful in the Spring when the cacti are in bloom.

Jasper looking at the Salton Sea.

 

On the shore of the Salton Sea in Salton City.

 

Headed back west. San Diego County is HUGE.

I have learned that when someone tells you they live in San Diego, it probably does NOT mean in the city of SD itself. It’s just easier for them to say San Diego.

Looks a bit like the Badlands in South Dakota, doesn’t it?

 

Spindly cacti.

 

Just a nice scene.

 

More cacti.

On a future trip, I want to actually explore the state park and drive on to Joshua Tree National Park. I really wanted to visit the national park, but just didn’t feel right doing so without Mike. Plus, it gets REALLY hot there and probably would not have been fit for me or the dog.

Below is that slideshow of images.

If you’d prefer to see them one-by-one, check out the shared album on Google Photos.

As Seen in Ocean Beach

Yes, I am STILL making my way through images from my visit to San Diego last year.

This post is about Ocean Beach. It’s a bit grungy, but still worth seeing and experiencing, especially since it’s one of the places in SD where you can see tide pools.

Ocean Beach (OB) Mural

 

Palm trees line the main drag.

 

The Ocean Beach fishing pier is older than me!

The pier extends 1,971 feet out into the ocean. See those giant rocks? That’s where you’ll find the tide pools at low tide. If you’d like more info on the OB pier and tide pools, here’s a link.

Under the OB pier.

 

Tide pool crabs.

 

Waves crashing against the rocks south of the OB pier.

 

Tide Pool

 

Tide Pool

 

Tide Pool

 

Tide Pool

 

Bird near a clump of kelp.

 

Municipal art.

 

Some of my first street tacos. These were the worst.

 

Lifeguard station.

 

Crowded Beach

 

I love kitschy souvenir shops.

 

Utility box art near the library.

 

There’s definitely a hippie vibe in OB.

 

Far-out store window.

 

Interesting mural for all seasons.

 

USA Hostel

 

USA Hostel close-up.

 

Hippies hate rules.

 

There’s definitely a lot of art.

 

Breakfast Republic’s OB location.

 

Random mural.

 

Another random mural.

 

Yet another random mural.

 

Art on a business.

 

Sadly, I never actually went into a Belching Beaver.

 

Another mural.

If you’d like, you can see all the pics in a Google Photos album.

If you do visit San Diego, be sure to visit as many beaches as you can. They are all very different and have their own personality.

More San Diego Street Art

I’ve been working on sharing the many images I captured during my visit to San Diego in 2017.

Previous posts have covered the coolest art sculpture ever at Imperial Beach and Chicano Park and Barrio Logan. This post includes images captured at many different places in San Diego just because it’s easier than doing multiple posts for each area, not to mention trying to remember where each pic was taken. It was almost a year ago, after all.

Here are some of my favorites…

Done by the folks at GreetingsTour.com. They’re on a mission to paint a mural in every state.

 

Monstrous Art in North Park

 

Skeletal mermaid depicting the death of our oceans.

 

Doodle art!

 

Super-cool, old school South Park barber shop.

 

Crazy cats in North Park

 

Art by Autumn in Pacific Beach (click image to see her website).

 

Breakout dog in La Jolla

 

Shark! in Imperial Beach.

 

Homage to Prince near Normal Heights on Adams Avenue (separate neighborhood).

 

Near Normal Heights on Adams Avenue (separate neighborhood).

 

More Space Clones (maybe in Pacific Beach)

 

Funky house either in Ocean Beach or Normal Heights.

 

Utility box art near the Waypoint Public bar/restaurant in North Park.

 

Business Art near Normal Heights.

 

North Park

 

A close-up of that North Park piece.

 

Coolest parking garage in North Park.

North Park is my favorite city neighborhood (excluding the beaches) in San Diego. I think my second-favorite is South Park, but more exploration is needed. University Heights, Hillcrest, and Mission Hills seemed pretty interesting, too, but I only passed through each of those.

The slideshow below will let you see all of the images I wanted to share. I also created a Google Photos album including all of the images if you want a better look at any of them.

The music is just generic stuff that’s included on the Mac I’ve been using.