Night’s Clarity

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 Living should be perpetual and universal benediction. – Why Lazurus Laughed by Wei Wu Wei…

The great tragedy of Science – the slaying of a beautiful hypothesis by an ugly fact.
  – Thomas H. Huxley

Haven’t added any quotes as I’ve gotten used to WordPress.  I’m getting there.

As I do this final post of the day, the time ahead has grown clearer.  Tomorrow Kate and I have a business meeting.  I’ll finish her Hawai’i travel arrangements.  After, or around, those two, I will complete my filing–some of it left over from the finish of the docent program in June.  If I have time tomorrow, I’ll sort out the objects for my Magic of Myth tour.  Saturday I’ll have two things to do:  finish up the tour and dig that fire pit.  Oh, and put out the marker stakes so the snowplows don’t dig up our lawn and bust sprinkler heads.  This is a suburban gig.  The city gives out stakes with fluorscent orange paint.  They’re about three feet high and presumably stick up above the snow.  Not always true, but by the time its not, the plows have cut a groove and hopefully it’s all on the road.

Night.  This is no longer the gentle dark of summer; this is the darkness that is metaphor for lonlieness and meditative silence. 

Out of Whack

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Extra long nap.  Up.  Work out.  Glad to have the new routine.  It seems to make sense.  I do the regular phase 4 movement prep, pre-hab and strength routines and add the advanced endurance aerobics.  Feels about right.

Feeling fragmented, unfocused.  Priorities seem out of whack.  Not long term, just in the current moment.  Don’t like the feeling.  As if the center (which, if I understand Buddhism correctly, does not exist) will not hold, different motivators come to the surface, push me in this direction or that.  Less conscious choice. 

The fire pit, if it’s to be finished this year, needs to get dug before the ground freezes.  A tour on Sunday needs constructing.  There is overdue filing that demands attention.  I’ve spent the last couple of days working on the Hawai’i trip, too.  Just a lot of stuff to do, and no work on the writing at all.  All one me.  Still…

A this and that morning

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A blah, somewhat disorganized morning.  Tried to book Kate’s travel and hotel for Hawai’i.  Had to use a travel agency and they don’t have a website and will not handle stuff over the phone.   “We have to have it in writing.”  That means fax.  Which means finding the long phone cord to connect our Swiss Army Knife copier/faxer/color printer/bottle opener to the phone.  Just occurred to me. Wonder if a computer link can do it?  Have to check.

Also looked up info on bath towels. How to tell a good one.  Answered a few e-mails.  Put object files back in their places, info for tours at the MIA.

Bill Schimdt introduced me to the world of RGB (Red, Green, Blue) hexadecimal codes and  how to use them.  He’s gradually giving me tools so I can futz with my computer.  He’s a good, patient teacher.

Fed the dogs.  Ordered an ankle strap for the Vectra, our home gym, so I can do some more sophisticated work with it.  Ate lunch.