Not one of those days.

So I was going to do some stuff with my daughter and wife pretty early... so I woke up super early (for going to bed at midnight) and walked my hour walk. Yesterday I whistled while I walked. Today I was too tired. I saw this gravestone celebrating the planting of this great pecan tree. 1927 is my favorite year. Lindbergh flew the Atlantic, Babe hit 60 home runs, Nellie Fox was born. And the list goes on and on. Even Erma Bombeck was born. And to come back to the tree, Max Ernst painted "The Wood" during that same year.

At 5pm we went to my daughter's house to pick her up for dinner. I thought it was strange that she asked to have dinner with us on Friday and Saturday night. She never wants to have dinner with us two nights in a row. When we got there, she wheeled out a suitcase onto her front porch... and voila, our grandson appeared from inside the suitcase. Not only had my son and his family come from Phili, but my sister and her husband from Los Angeles came, all to celebrate our 40th anniversary (actually it is 8/4). This is a very special day.

Let one not be submerged....

"Let one not be submerged by the things of the world.... Let one not take upon oneself the burden of riches; let one not desire great possessions even for one's family." –Metta Sutta

123 Calories: Two Roads

It was starting to get hot, and humid, especially after the rare occasion of a rain, however brief. I came to this fork in the road. To the left was the hot longer path, the one I had originally intended to follow. On the right, the shady shorter path... which also meant I'd be able to eat lunch sooner. What flashed in front of my eyes was that I had a choice... and I could probably lie about which road I took... and no one would know the difference. How many times have I been at a fork in the road and not realized the luxury of being able to make a choice (undetected).

For where your treasure is...

"For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also." –Luke 12:34

123 Calories: Breakfast

What was supposed to be 174 calories is actually 123 because of my snail's pace. Found a new route that has almost no traffic so I can go a little faster. Anyway, I first photographed a couple of guys at my favorite breakfast taco place... but it wasn't very decisive. Then as I was putting my iphone down I saw my empty plate as an Edward Weston (for you photo people) seashell.

When I was a child...

"When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became an [adult], I put an end to childish things." –Cor 13:11

174 Calories: Two Decisive Moments

Today I helped cook a zen meal for a 5 day sit (I wasn't doing the sit). Sweet potato and miso soup, short grain brown rice ((with a mixture of sesame seeds and salt (1:16) that people put on it)), and a salad with romaine lettuce, cucumbers and tomato. I was under suspicion of mis-measuring the rice and water, but it turned out fine. Seeing the fine lunch ready for the sitters was a good moment, though maybe not decisive.


Stupidly the second half of my walk today was when it was 101 degrees. Shade and a breeze were my best friends. And then I saw this sign. As confused and tired as I was, it seemed to define the moment.