Comments: Finding My Mellow

The key to email after time off is as follows:

a. Open Inbox

b. Select All

c. Delete

d. Say "Oops!" in a sincere voice.

e. Anything important will be resent, assuming they weren't waiting for you as you came in...

:-)

Posted by Pogue at March 19, 2012 09:21 PM

You know... that is so dang tempting. I think our group assistant would come back and beat me with a bat. She says her place in life is to keep all of us engineers in line as we tend to spin off into our own little orbits as we tend to do. Not sure she gets paid enough...

Posted by Bou at March 19, 2012 09:28 PM

Still debating those dang scrambled eggs...

Posted by Bou at March 19, 2012 09:28 PM

I've finally got my email down to a system (thank you David Allen of GTD fame). I have an "active" folder and "archive" folder. I power through it by either

1 - answer if it takes less than 2 minutes
2 - stick it in the active folder if it needs to be worked on
3 - tag and archive it and get it out of my face if it's simply data
4 - trash it if it's junk

Once I'm though the inbox I then go back to the active folder and work on the more weighty stuff and I have any supplemental data in the archive.

I used to use just my inbox. But I have found this method to be far more calming. I think it's the seeing all that crap in the inbox that is paralyzing and makes my shoulders want to creep up around my ears. heh.

As for the ocean - I love it. I want to be nearer to it. The best thing my husband and I have ever done was to take up sailing last year.

Now about those eggs...

Posted by Teresa at March 19, 2012 11:24 PM

I live just a few minutes from both the bay and the ocean. The bay I might be able to live without, but I'm not sure I'd be able to function without the ocean. I hardly go in it... but just knowing it's there brings me an all-encompassing peace I know is lacking when I am in a more land-locked environment.

Also, not to one-up you, but it is 1:22 a.m. and I can sure go for some challah french toast. I'd settle for blueberry pancakes.

Posted by Erica at March 20, 2012 12:23 AM

Sometimes I just need to drive over there... just 5 minutes does it. Your video is almost as good; the waves, the gull...

Always lived on the ocean.

Though it's morning those eggs sound very tempting...

Posted by pam at March 20, 2012 08:04 AM

We had similar experiences with our son before he left. There are times that we only knew he'd been home and left because of the dirty dishes in the sink (the sink right next to the dish washer) and the food missing from the 'fridge. And then sometimes he'd come in with some fast food in his hands and join us in the evening. A stop between other places, just checking in with us because? . . .

Number One Daughter, between graduation and departure for college, we saw a bit more of. She worked at B&N over the summer. And did some clubbing. So, we'd meet in the AM, her on her way in and me getting ready to head out to work. We'd sit, read the paper, have coffee, and talk. Then she's off to bed and I'm off to work. I missed that when she headed off to the university. But I'm glad we had it. fwiw.

mark

Posted by Marcus Erroneous at March 20, 2012 12:42 PM

Funny how tourists base their vacations on coming to our beaches, but the locals rarely bother. I live within a mile of the beach and haven't been there in more than a year, and that visit wasn't during the day, but at night for a "full moon drum circle." I DO enjoy the sea breezes though, they keep us a bit cooler than folks who live farther inland.

Posted by George P at March 20, 2012 05:56 PM

The ocean - it is the place The Oracle and I go to renew our souls and our bodies. I live about 45 minutes from the ocean and I want to live closer. Can't afford to live on the ocean but - nearby will be necessary when we retire.

Posted by Kris, in New England at March 20, 2012 07:52 PM