For those who have kept up with my job searching...I had my second interview with an engineering firm today. Nothing too special, I would be as low as you can get on the totem pole. My days would involve plotting the designs for the engineers. Also, I recieved a call from a barn in Littleton about teaching riding lessons. Hmm....traveling to Boulder everyday? or Getting to work with Horses?

Look who I found on Google...MONA!

Coldplay

On Friday I received a call at work from an ecstatic Josh on the line. And for good reason, he had just gotten tickets to a sold out show on Sunday night for Coldplay, and not only tickets, but we were on the floor 10 rows from the stage! I couldn't believe it!!! Through a connection at his work, the guy he was replacing, who was connected to Warner Brothers we were able to go with him and a friend to one on my favorite bands.

We arrived at Will Call Sunday night to meet for the tickets. The situation was as close as I would ever experience to being mistaken as a drug dealer. Once we came in from the cold slowly the people standing in small pods around the room approached us causally asking if we were "Jeremy" or "Sara." They were all waiting for their eBay/Craigslist purchased tickets. Upon answering no, both would kinda smile and laugh hoping their deliverer would indeed arrive. Every time someone was connected with tickets the other pods of people would look nervously around or make a call on the cell phone. It was pretty entertaining....Until we were one of the last groups!! Freaking out the tickets finally arrived and we were able to catch most of Fiona Apple.

And She looked like she had seen a drug dealer recently... I love one of her new songs, so I was hoping she would make it through what looked like more emotional baggage than any one person should carry, or maybe she was hallucinating. Im still not sure.

It was a great crowd and Chris Martin kept things interesting leaping across the stage, pounding on the piano and taking pics with people's cell phones. There were even yellow balloons for yellow. The night was great! It felt really personal being so close, you were able to forget the 15000 people behind you. (Can you tell I have never had good seats to anything =) I was so grateful, I keep telling David "thank you thank you thank you!"

Im Reading "The Devils Playground" by James Traub and bascially it outlines the building and history of Manhattan. The ironic tidbit I wanted to share was how the decisions were made in regards to buidling the new city. Thomas Jefferson had gazebos, curved roads and public meeting spots intended for parades, but Benjamin Franklin won out with his "unsentimental materialism." They laid out a basic grid system with straight sided, right angled buildings that were cheap to build and easy to live in. Laying out the grid was fairly strict and removed the naming of the streets and blvd's with people's names whose land was surrounding and used numbers.

I just thought it was cool that the beginning of the city was basically the cheapest option available and yet it is now today a hub of art and culture.

The book also touches on the first public transport, the elevated railroad. 3 months ago Dwell featured 2 men trying to save the remains of the deserted rail and a year after their first actions to save the historic railway there are proposed plans for turing it into green space. An elevated park.

On Tuesday we went up to Copper and I had my snowboarding lesson. Although it was a group lesson, I was the only one in the group! So a half day private lesson it was! I had tons of fun and my instructor was really great and by the end of the day I was able to carve on both my toe edge and heel edge, and remember how it feels to land on the ice packed slope after lift and have the operator mouth "move over!"




We had a great time! Luckily there was alot of powder to soften my falls.

I helped a man the other day who came limping into the store with a dirty guitar case in hand. He was not our usual customer in appearance and part of me was not looking forward to helping him. When he finally walked through the door and approached me I could barely understand what he was saying, but knew he needed a box to ship the guitar in. When we got to the back of the store where the shipping boxes were it was clear after giving him a few options he could understand everything I was saying. The only hindrance he had was physical. After not being able to find a solution I asked another co-worker to help us out, they weren't interested in taking the time to listen the the gentleman. By the end of our encounter I learned he was shipping his 12-string guitar to someone in Germany to someone he had sold it to. He had a golden retriever he received after his stroke named Taylor, "that's for James Taylor" he informed me.

After all was said and done I could have spent all afternoon with this gentleman. He had touched my heart and made me remember how much I love people.

Learning patience has been a hard road for me. Not wanting to wait once I had my eye on something, I am more than willing to put in the work that needs to get done to see things through. But what happens when you don't know how to make sense of all that is in front of you? Have I lost my abilbity to see the big picture and wait things out? Does that man swinging the hammer on the new building next door ever wonder if this is as good as it gets?

Have I been so spoiled to dream, when really I should be happy to work, to have a job, my health and husband who loves me?