Headlands Haze

So I am sitting in our dorm at 8:33 on a summer's eve and there is a redish haze on the tops of the hillsides out the window. It is peering through the pine tree which shades our abode. The hanging windows remind me of a schoolhouse in a country town, white squares framing our view. There is a heater duct that roars to life which runs from the kitchen through our common room and down towards the bedrooms. When I walk in to the kitchen, our stainless steel sinks and giant rod-iron gas stove transport me to an industrial cafeteria. Earlier this week, Eric asked if Kevin and I would be interested in helping with the two high school interns who are going to be joining us shortly on surveys and I offered to pick them up from the bus stop on the other side of the golden gate bridge. I even suggested I can drop by in my "shaggin minivan wagon"! It was one of those moments where my brain decides to rhyme for no reason at all. Yet of course, Kevin, my coworker, has brought it up a few times since and is now convinced that I drop by high school cafeteria's on the prowl. Somehow, these jokes/verbal confrontations always come up while I'm driving or in another moment of weakness. I think humor is a double-edged sword. On the one hand, we don't want to take ourselves too seriously and on the other we do! haha. It takes humor sometimes to realistically confront our faults and weaknesses. So I guess I'm learning to not take life quite so seriously. As the day winds to a close, the redish haze has faded to a purple fog outlining the landscape and the twinges of twilight appear. For some reason, I feel more accomplished this saturday than normal. After a great beach trip, phone call with bro, running errands in Sausalito, and making some buttermilk cheese the day feels most certainly done and this jalepeno cheese popcorn is hitting the spot. Goodnight moon.