Groovy Tuesday

Here's what I learned today, or rather relearned, as I knew this but had forgotten it: it's possible to do work, useful stuff, things which build an organization, and have it be as much or more fun than "play". Which, of course, it becomes when you are blessed with an opportunity to do tasks that feel meaningful. It helps if you also know how to do these things and can therefore not sweat bullets to get them done.

So that's how my first real "professional" day at the Holy Road House went. First I created the broad architecture and data relationships for an online tool to track projects and measure the contributions and resource use by each coop member. In effect, to create our internal barter and currency system.

Then this afternoon I worked with Lizzie to design and build the splash and menu pages for the Tumbleweed Cabaret web site. It's still being designed, so be patient if you link all the way down into it -- the pages probably will change. But Lizzie and Baba and I were all excited that by the second day of our planning and structured work week, we have already built a new web site and have a strong beginning for one of our most important management tools.

Then the universe rewards us with a brief but refreshing night out. My friend Bruce Poe called me to say he had won two tickets to the Old Crow Medicine Show at the Blue Note, worth more than $20 each! and would I like to have them because he can't go? Duh, yes thanks! They are a five-piece string band doing energetic hoedowns of old time and jugband and bluegrass style and originals and the place is completely packed. We enjoy a set and the retire, old fogies that we are, to the House for peace and quiet. Actually it was getting late and very hot in there and ... well enough excuses. We went, we saw, we were briefly awestruck as is our wont, we returned. Sort of like the description the Tibetan Buddhists have for our incarnations on earth. Get born, squeal like pigs while jumping up and down, get tired, do other things for a while, then fall over and return to the bardo, the mental place between. Or not.

So, a productive day that's also a fun day. Let this be the pattern, thank you very much.