In which I find the silver lining of commuting... a permanently raspy voice from solo car sing-a-longs. I think that's a good thing, no?

Last night I saw Eat, Pray, Love...the movie. And I didn't hate it. But lets thank Mr. Bardem for that. He's appreciated multi-generationally. My Mom and I both have a crush on him and had my grandmother gone she would have certainly thought he would be suitable for me to marry. Actually Grandma's not so concerned about the marriage as she is me just dating which certainly shows how much I have deprived her the enjoyment a grandparent gets from seeing their granddaughter dating attractive young men. The old bird had enough beau's for both of us but she is unexpectedly very much a romantic. Love at first site and one man for all time kind of gal. Well anyway that's for another day. The point is Javier basically saved Elizabeth Gilbert and Julia Roberts. They did take her most redeeming quotes. The ones that might make you laugh, cry and really think for a minute. But I think for me it exacerbated how contrived I thought the book was to begin with. I won't continue. Especially since, despite it all I still cried when the Indian girl got married.

So I have been gone a while and with my current commute these ramblings to you will come less often. Over an hour each way to my jobsite is painful and yet I am happy to be starting work again. Only more so since the people I am working with are great, and two times last week I was on the phone with vendor's who remembered me from previous projects. A friendly voice on the other end of the line, complete stranger that they are. A name at the bottom of a quote, email or even someone whose a passing reference and then you meet them in person, put the name with the face or hear the recognition in their voice of you after more than a year. It makes the world feel a little bit smaller. Even when you are commuting farther than you ever thought you would. Playing "Thriller" more than anyone ever should within one hour. But here's the thing. If I could I would write to you in those spare minutes in the car. I wonder if there is a dictaphone App?

Anyway, fall is here. At least in San Francisco the air is crisp. A nice way of saying cold I suppose but I'm going for it because crisp is so much nicer than chilly. Happy Fall. Happy new beginnings. Does this seem a little more upbeat than normal? Maybe Elizabeth rubbed off on me more than I care to admit.