Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Sunday, May 18, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Friday, May 16, 2008
Worked on polishing the old rusted parts of the 1946 medicine chest (my age), and then went to get some expensive potting soil for my wife.
Off to an opening where I had some artwork. Afterward a party. Booze isn't a good thing when you don't drink...but it was fun to seen some people whom I hadn't see for awhile.
at May 16, 2008
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
I might think I don't have a sliver,
but then I touch my finger just so...and ouch.
I know that there is some biblical reference
to having a splinter in one's eye.
This is not a metaphor. It is merely
the event that occupied much of my day,
living from one ouch to the next.
at May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
He said his kid was an accident. I thought smuggly that I'm glad that I was planned (or so I was led to believe).
Then I started to imagine a continuum from deliberate to accidental.
Imagine someone getting off a train because it breaks down. Then a cyclone comes (an unpredicted cyclone, of course) and drives a tube through his private parts (ouch!) into the vicinity of her fertile egg. And one hefty little critter fertilizes the egg. Will, that kid was truly an accident.
On the other extreme, imagine a DNA expert sorting through a bunch of critters, picking a very special one to fertilize an egg. Well, that's the other end of the continuum.
A product of a hot roll in the hay is not an accident any more than is a gun going off in a bank robbery. It is called "conditioned causality." The condition made it possible for something to occur, though other outcomes are possible (unlike cause and effect scenarios).
at May 10, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Knowing that we'd have a person look at our house (to buy), we worked all day to clean it up. Then we went to dinner and a bunch of errands while they were looking.
This evening we weighed 300 magazines that we are practically giving away. Someone is going to have to pay lots of shipping.
Our daughter called, and she and my wife talked for what seemed like hours.
at May 09, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Another long long day.
First did my income tax extension, then went out with my friend to an Indian lunch and a cheap plastic camera photo exhibit in St. Charles.
Came home and prepared the house for a showing tomorrow, then a party.
After an hour of so, went home to make a drawing, but first talked to my son for a while on the phone.
at May 08, 2008
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Woke up very early. Decided I was tired, so went back to sleep. I dreamt that I saved my sister who had put on a bathing suit and drowned herself in the bathtub.
Later in the morning talked to the guy who was putting some new parts on my wife's pottery wheel. Then we gave him lots of stuff--wood, welding equipment, shelves, etc.
I had an appt. on the other side of town. Went in what seemed to be plenty of time, but there was lots of rain and traffic. Just made it by a minute. Lots of impatient waiting for lights to change...and to stay changed long enough so that I could get through the multitude of intersections.
Then a nice dinner at a Vietnamese restaurant, reading the paper about the crazed woman who runs the public radio station.
After which a trip to the library to see a high school art exhibit and check email.
In the evening went to meditate with a group of people, followed with a Quaker-like discussion on a variety of topics.
at May 07, 2008
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
We scrubbed gutters yesterday. We used ivory soap (it floats) because a neighbor said it was as good as anything. I think it was the elbow grease that did the trick.
Today I woke hunched back and crippled. Finally eight hours and two Aleves later I recuperated.
And now, after a cerebral evening, I'm ready for another day tomorrow of physical labor.
at May 06, 2008
Monday, May 5, 2008
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