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I suppose this'll have to do for fireworks this year. That's okay though, there isn't much I love about seeing them alone anyway. What is it that makes humans feel a particular feeling about holidays? What I mean by that is why does Christmas makes us long for snow and to express our love? Why do we not want to be alone on New Year's Eve? Why do we feel like our Independence Day is not effectively celebrated if we don't make tons of pretty explosions? What I mean to say is I love fireworks and I don't even know why. I don't know why I pine for company more on NYE than any other day of the year and I can't decide if white Christmas would ever be worth actually living in the great white north. As for the fireworks - - they make me happy. Honestly, in my case, I think it stems from a sense of magic. How do they do that??!?

Woke up this morning without an alarm. That felt awesome. I slipped out of bed after snuggling with Olive for a few minutes, then went out to catch up on some gardening. I was inspired yesterday by the parents of the bride. One of JM's friend's got married to a beautiful young woman name Mystry - her parents, though, were my biggest interest. They have this property in Lake City that is absolutely breathtaking. The grounds are lush and full of gardens, they have chickens for fresh eggs and a green house for fresh produce (neither of which I can accomplish at my home but...). The gardens were incredibly inspiring. Granted, they've been working on their property for 37 years. Pamela, Mystry's mom, said "we started with the chicken coop. Then we saw where our natural paths were and put in gardens according to where we typically walk."It's pure awesome, truly. I have photos, but haven't uploaded any yet. The best parts were that I felt inspired to work on ...

I had this idea to make a flower box because the ground is too hard to plant around my mailbox. I expressrd this to Dad and he came up with a brautiful idea. I brought it home, planted my flowers and will wait for them to fill in perfectly. My dad is awesome for many reasons - his ability to make visions into tangible objects is just one of them.

Came to Crabby Joe's for dinner last night and enjoyed it so much we came back. Now... What to get for breakfast?

I'm writing this from the ocean's edge. With JM sleeping in the condo behind me, and nothing in front of me but the great unknown. What a way to start a day. It was 615 when I came outside; no one is or was here except the dedicated lot who wake with the ocean each day - some jog, some bike, others are just here, but who there are are few in number. I feel alone with the sun. Alone with the ocean. Alone and at peace with that.

Left work on Friday. Set sail for vacation. It started with a pool party for the beautiful twins - celebrating their third birthday. Then we spent all day Sunday with Dad for fathers day - we cooked out by the water for a change. And i gave him a 3D photograph of he and I in Fell's Point, MD. Today we drove to Daytona Beach for an impromptu getaway. I don't know why I would think I would, but I don't miss work ... at all. I'm happy not being there; seems like an obvious thing to say, but truly I am. I love the people I get to help and, of all the companies I could work for, I'm happy I'm with SunTrust, but part of me is so excited for the day I stop being a worker bee in Corporate America. On a side note, it's pouring rain with thunder and lightning at our condo and two teenagers just jumpes into the pools. JM just said "natural selection."

My sister had a surgery today. In tje recovery area, Dad and I came upon this notice.