To the Power of Twice

Lately, I've done a bunch of things twice. Twice. Double-teen.

I just finished my second summer working at MiVoden. El campamento extraordinario. Took it to the second power. That's right.

I went on a roadtrip and fed prairie dogs in South Dakota (on my way to MiVoden). Then took another driving adventure to my new casa in Southern California. On the way, I stopped in Weed, California by Mt. Shasta mostly just because of Weed being Weed and a little bit because of Mt. Shasta. It's breathtaking, really. So, roadtrip times dos.

That brings me to my new state and my new state of being. I am a resident of California, the country. It basically is. My new mechanic even says so. I am also a management resident. That's my job title. Ambiguous, I know. So I'm a double resident residing in a green Victorian house built in the late 1800s with a cat I didn't know I had coming. The cat is Maranatha's. Maranatha is my MIA roommate. She has been loosely calling the feline Harriet the Spy, but since she peaced out for Nicaragua the evening I got here, I've decided to call Harriet Halloween. Actually, Holla for short. I can't help it. She's black and orange. It's perfect.

I talked with my new neighbors twice, in Spanish. Love them. Love Spanish. Love them in Spanish.

Back to that new job of mine. I've gone to work twice so far. Yesterday and today. And today in general orientation, I learned that our corporate values are: Compassion, Teamwork, Wholeness, Integrity, and Excellence, which spell the word TWICE acronymically. Ode to Corporate Acronyms.

What else?

Oh, I've caught the bridal bouquet twice this summer. Two separate weddings. Two separate bouquets...in my hands. I might have tried for the first one (just a little out of respect for the tradition). I hardly saw the second one coming, I swear.

You just never know what's in store, when you'll discover you like the random cat you didn't know you had, or when irony will strike like a wedding bouquet.

What's in store? In the Store of Life, sometimes we get to choose; other times not as much.

Time for my second passion tea here at Starbucks? Oh, choices, choices. Choices.