Miriam arrived today. I took the afternoon off (yes, I've already accrued enough overtime to do that) to pick her up at the airport and tour downtown St. Louis a bit. It was great fun. We went up the Gateway Arch at the perfect time. The sun was setting, the lights were beginning to come on, the neon from the riverboat casino across the Mississippi River was cheerful. It was a little bit nervewracking since neither of us is fond of heights, nor do we like thinking of the fragility of life when we're up higher than the top of the Washington Monument. But it was a huge success.

The main thing you would have observed if you were lurking was that we laughed almost constantly. I'm too tired tonight to tell the best story, but I will tell you one of them. The background information you need is that my primary strategy for getting to know my new surroundings was originally to ask different store clerks where to find yet other necessities like the locations of the nearest post office or Best Buy. However almost without exception, the reply has been "I don't know. I'm not from around here."

Well, after some floundering tonight I found myself in a not-so-great neighborhood with the six lanes of expressway I was trying to reach hovering several hundred feet above my head. Although I had told Miriam of my poor luck in getting information from the locals, I ate my pride, decided that I would take one of the steroptypical actions of my sex, and actually asked for directions at the next gas station. Of course the reply was -- wait for it -- "I don't know. I'm not from around here." We laughed so hard we were helpless. I find myself wondering how the clerk gets to work. Does she swim from the Illinois side? If you're not from around there, isn't it likely that you'll know how to get there by car? But there you are. Things happen for other reasons than for me to efficiently get what I want.

P.S. On my computer tonight, it looks like I've lost the Comment capability on this site. I'll consult with those who understand better than I and try to get it up and running again very soon.

Today has presented some cross-cultural learning. My friend Sue, who transferred from Melbourne, AU about 3 months ago to be Program Manager of one of the leadership programs, invited me to join her in a lunch meeting with a human resources manager from the Australian part of the company. It turns out that Ozzies (or Aussies, to the less initiated) tend to be much more blunt and direct than Americans - at least in this company. I certainly got a taste of that. I can see the appeal of a more direct approach, since I tend to surface issues for straightforward discussion more than many people. The contrast that I saw, however, gave me a renewed appreciation for the U.S. custom of testing the waters before jumping into them. Sue assures me that this guy was off the charts -- making the flat statement that "the entire leadership team is crap" apparently would be seen as an extreme statement even Down Under. I'm reassured.

I'm getting to know my way around the Leadership Center much better. I had to go to the Audio-Video room today to get a digital photo taken. It's one of the coolest places I've ever seen. They have video cameras set up in all the program classrooms and can record at a moment's notice. They can pipe what's happening in one venue into the others or even into the lodging rooms if appropriate. They have equipment that would make a rock recording studio look modest. It was the coolest thing I've ever seen, and I'm dying to show it to Julia, my techno-chick. Don't get too excited though, Julia. Around here, you never know if Security is going to put a speed-bump into your plans.

I'm excited about Miriam's visit. It will be such a treat to spend uninterrupted time together, and it will be my first chance to see much of the city. Gateway Arch, here we come.

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This is a long day. It started with the weekly 2-hour teleconference among the coaches (about 12 of us scattered among St. Louis, Seattle and Southern California). I had a coaching client (my first!) over lunch, have spent this afternoon in a combination of productive activities, self-indulgent conversations with some of 'my people' (that would be folks like y'all), and now writing an update to you. At 6:00, I'm meeting a client over dinner after which I'll sit in on the weekly "Coaches Forum" to which all training program participants are invited. This last activity is not just duty and contribution to my colleagues. Before long, I'll be expected to lead the thing, so it would be a good idea to find out ahead of time how it's done.

I've finally reached point of being unable to tolerate the state of having no music in my apartment. Last night, I ventured to a local Huge Outlet Mall which included a Circuit City where I did some research and, as is typical for me, put off the actual purchase until I have a chance to think it over and cruise prices on the Web. My big mistake was to grab dinner at the Johnny Rockets restaurant there. There's sentimental value to so doing (there are good memories of burgers and shakes at Johnny Rockets for our whole family), there was the gluttinous value of indulging in good onion rings, but the term "grab" turned out to be a serious error in judgment. Service was excruciatingly slow. Much as I enjoy jukebox music and watching the wait staff doing a disco dance to "Staying Alive", I left with an extraordinary desire to get away from noise and into quiet as soon as possible. I did so. I'm sure I'll be back to the mall, if only because my shopping-loving daughter Miriam is visiting for the weekend. No Johnny Rockets though dear, if you love me.

Often I am able to act in an adequately flexible and adaptable way, but in my heart I generally believe that I only will truly embrace a change if (1) it's what I would have picked anyway, (2) I had some hand in its design, and (3) there's something about it I can call "fun". Arrogant soul. However these days I observe myself dealing with SO many new things coming my way; I am startled that I'm not just tolerating this extremely fluid situation, but relishing it.

As I look at what I have just written, I see that (1) in many ways, this is exactly what I want, (2) the God who loves me enthusiastically had the primary hand in its design, and (3) well, yes, I am having huge fun. Having such dear friends family on my side is also a significant contribution to my well-being. Thank you.

Although I'm continuing to set up my corporate "stuff" (straightening out e-mail access, applying for a travel credit card, learning to avoid political faux pas), I'm beginning to participate in the training programs, set up coaching appointments with interested participants, etc. So it's not a dream after all -- I will eventually earn my salary. One would hope.

It's the first full day on the new job and I'm very keyed up. I haven't settled into sleeping well yet, I've indulged in caffeine so I wouldn't miss too many details, and 'being productive' today consists of a lot of random tasks to get myself established. No harm done, certainly, but it's scattered. "Has the Operations woman called back about setting up my voice mail? No. Have I entered important addresses into Outlook? Some of them. Have I signed up for medical coverage? No, but my password isn't valid yet. Has the Operations woman called back . . .?"

See what I mean? Your typical 3 year old's attention span, but only the energy of a middle-aged lady. Be glad you don't have to sit across a dinner table from me tonight.

I'm trying to use this transition to get some good habits started. This morning I walked on the treadmill, something I've resolved to do for at least the first week I'm here. I think I'll keep up with it, if only because there's an individuial TV/DVD player attached to each treadmill. I'm sure I'll walk myself breathless if I put on an action movie or Sister Act.

Well, my Coach "Buddy" will be stopping by after she gets some program materials I need to be familiar with. I'm thinking of you fondly. As Bartles said to James, "I thank you for your support."

Missouri is in the grip of an ice storm. I like weather, especially when it's dramatic. Although this instance is inconvenient -- I opted out of the 20 mile drive to church this morning and can't explore my surroundings the way I'd hoped -- I'm looking forward to the possibility that the sun will eventually glisten through whatever ice-coated branches remain on the trees when it's all over.

As a result of my efforts to pack as lightly as possible, I simply have not brought enough with me to read. I must have forgotten that I suffer acutely from a condition that I call abibliophobia, otherwise known as the fear of being without enough books. I'm okay for now, but I especially miss my C.S. Lewis collection that I'm in the mood to revisit. Ah, Amazon.com, the desperate woman's friend.

You know the best part of having a bad cable TV connection? I don't have to suffer through political ads. Life's little rewards are everywhere if you look for them.

I got a number of voice mail messages yesterday from Michigan, all of which included the information that it's very cold and very snowy there. "White out" was a term mentioned more than once. I feel only mildly guilty that I'm taking gleeful pleasure in the sunshine and relatively mild temperatures of Missouri. I know I'll pay with heat and humidity in July, but for now my toes have thawed out, my lips are no longer chapped, and I'm enjoying the moment.

One of the patterns I observe in myself is that, after a prolonged time of having fewer interactions, I get reserved and somewhat tentative about entering a big new group situation. I'm not experiencing that at work, thankfully, but I'm feeling a bit shy about visiting the large church I've planned to attend tomorrow. Well, even if it's not wonderful, I'll have learned a lot and worshipped God. Not a bad list of objectives for a Sunday morning.

I've successfully navigated interstate highways to St. Louis, or more properly, Florissant, MO. It unfortunately appears to be a place where I'll be more likely to find the Missouri College of Beauty and Barbering than a sushi restaurant, but I'm still really new and am keeping an open mind. I took a little jaunt into Clayton, another STL suburb, and found it charming -- similar to the Georgetown neighborhood of Washington, DC, so I can tell that the exploring process will be lots of fun.

I'm finding myself delighted with small things -- like passing by an aptly-named Farmersville, Illinois; the fact that the local (excellent) grocery store is named Schnucks (to rhyme with 'looks' and pronouced by locals with a straight face); that my many candles make the apartment smell wonderful. I don't feel consciously lonely, but I can tell that I am by how frustrating I find it to be without e-mail until probably next Monday. That's a primary friendship tool for me, the better that it's asynchronous so I don't have to feel like I'm imposing on my loved ones' time in order to make a connection. Now it's absent and will stay so all weekend. I have some activities planned, but it's not going to be nearly enough.

Sigh. Okay, I'm done. (selfpity mode = off).

This morning my sister came by with frozen grapes -- a treat I had forgotten I love -- and a goodbye card. I'm finishing up with packing the car and trying to get on the road, but I feel like I'm walking around in soft sand that won't support my steps. On one level, I really don't want to finish and leave.

I've been thinking a lot about loving and being loved as I have been circulating to say goodbye to loved ones. St. Teresa of Avila, the source of many pithy quotes who makes me wish I resembled her in sanctity as well as pungency, said: "I have no defense against affection. I could be bribed with a sardine." When I told this to a good friend, he suggested that I might want to consider carefully how widely I spread knowledge of that particular weakness. On the contrary, I want everyone to know it. I'm a sucker for genuine fondness. Genuine -- got that? -- genuine.

I, among the most affiliative of women, am about to leave my hometown of the last 33 years and venture into new territory. The part of me that's a Homebody is just going to have to sit back in a comfortable chair in another room and eat a chocolate chip cookie while the "Let's sink my teeth into this adventure!" part carries the day for now.

This is great fun, but I can tell I'm under stress because I observe myself working at half-speed when double-speed would be more appropriate. I'm likely to be sorry that some things will remain undone until I'm back in town in a month -- or even longer -- but that's too darn bad. I well know my imperfections, and I'm well practiced at rationalizing them.

Tomorrow is the 8-hour drive to my new home. My Introvert will enjoy seeing new places and listening to good music in the car. I went to our local Christian book store to shop for new music, but in the absence of a specific recommendation from my daughters the music queens, I decided to postpone and stick with what I have.

My Extravert will probably spend 5 of the 8 hours running up my cell phone bill.

Here we go. (deep breath)

Inspired by the examples of daughter and friends, and fired up (as always) to play with whatever crosses my path, I'm entering the world of Blogging. An abbreviation for web-log, Blogs have always amused, stimulated and/or enlightened me, but I'd never considered starting one. However, it's a season of trying new things for me; here's another. My sense of adventure is coming to the fore.

ABOUT ME
A short bio of me is posted at www.in-your-corner.com.
I am an ENTP. Read about the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator here.
I am a heartfelt Christian who is delighted by God. That enables me to also delighted by many other things including, above all, my wonderful family and friends. If I were to sing the praises of all who are particularly special to me at this time, no one would have the bandwidth to download it.
First among those to be thanked, however, is my beloved husband who, after 26 happy years with his second Love, is now dancing for joy in the presence of his First.

My life as a blogger is having a rocky start. I composed a satisfactory introductory posting which, according to the software was "successfully published", but it is nowhere to be found.

Sigh. Let's try again. Introductory material will follow.