Downtown Santa Cruz yesterday in daylight hours, among throngs of candy-seeking children and stroller-pushing parents (notably, myself, the wife, and our neighbors).
I’m the one in the funny hat.
Last year, this costume was quite a bit less baby-friendly.
It has been a long time since I’ve been this happy to see a Friday night. It’s the end of my first full week back at work since the birth of our daughter. It’s the end of a week that started with a blog post that was intended to get approximately the amount of attention it got. It’s the end of a dramatic week in terms of staffing changes at work. We (my family, not my employer) also seem to be squeezing the act of changing addresses into the month of June, although it’s all just paperwork and phone calls at this stage. (If you live in Santa Cruz and have a stash of good cardboard boxes around, drop me a line.) Somewhere in there factor in an oncoming series of family visits and a long list of tasks and a large stack of paperwork or two. I usually call this a rains/pours situation, and I stopped being surprised by it long ago. Being surprised isn’t in my job description — any of them — but keeping my sense of wonder intact definitely stays high on the list. Luckily, I have a 6.5 pound source of wonder in my lap as I type this.