Happy Monday!!! My clock set one way and DST set the other. Go figure. Coffee is on, cats are tended, house is quiet, and it's a bit cooler outside. Work will be slow for the next several days. Or the rest of the month. More will be disclosed.
After the rest of this pot of coffee, of course.
Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
It appears that some creative soul has made a boat-tail speedster out of a post WW2 Watmobile/anvil, and it's for sale for a paltry $40K. It looks good. It has the big motor. They never made a ragtop in this model, which is a shame to me.
Happy Tuesday!!! Slept in a bit, which is just adjusting to the DST state of affairs. Heat is running and it's a bit chilly this morning. Not far above freezing yesterday morning and almost 80 on Thursday. Yeah, I know. Appointments today. Business and medical. Just stuff to attend to.
After coffee . . . . Hi, pussies!!!
Mindfulness is not just a word or a discourse by the Buddha, but a meaningful state of mind.
It means we have to be here now, in this very moment, and we have to know what is happening internally and externally. It means being alert to our motives and learning to change unwholesome thoughts and emotions into wholesome ones.
Mindfulness is a mental activity that in due course eliminates all suffering.
I have known the inexorable sadness of pencils,
Neat in their boxes, dolor of pad and paper weight,
All the misery of manilla folders and mucilage,
Desolation in immaculate public places,
Lonely reception room, lavatory, switchboard,
The unalterable pathos of basin and pitcher,
Ritual of multigraph, paper-clip, comma,
Endless duplication of lives and objects.
And I have seen dust from the walls of institutions,
Finer than flour, alive, more dangerous than silica,
Sift, almost invisible, through long afternoons of tedium,
Dropping a fine film on nails and delicate eyebrows,
Glazing the pale hair, the duplicate grey standard faces.
Happy Wednesday!!! Slept okay. The cats are making up for lost time. The quiet bit is the best part of the day.
Got a fucking heart monitor at the doc's yesterday. Of course, the funny bit always is, they think that Wat actually has a heart. We all know that it's just a lump of coal.
But it's coal that wants coffee, so . . . .
Reality as it is becomes the right view of the meditator. Thinking of it as it is becomes the right thought. Awareness of it as it is becomes the right awareness. Concentration on it as it is becomes the right concentration. Actions of the body and speech are then aligned to reality as it is. In this way the meditator develops and is fulfilled.
Home. Took the bike out for air in its tires and fuel in its tank. Insh'Allah, we ride it to work Friday. Harley fuckin' Davidson, motherfucker.
Survived a CPR class. Oh, and we got our final, finally!!! Still never got a copy of cuntboy's ticket, but it's obviously in the system since I got mine from my guy. Fucking petty municipal douchebag!!!
Happy Thursday!!! As an oddly shaped week, it feels like it should be over already. Of course, it isn't. No matter, since that is just a goofy bit of (mis)perception. What I have seen is, it rained last week and it's been a bit sunny this week. Fucking grass has gotten into this springtime growing shit. I saw 3 people cutting grass while I was on my way home last night. Today is trash day and I tooken the cans to the alley and looked at my grass/weeds and - damn!!! I may crank up the mower this weekend.
Spring - the Vernal Equinox - arrives on Tuesday.
My fucking heart monitor decided to scream its fool head off at 0320. Seems that it has to have its own outlet and cannot share or be too close to something else. Which is exactly what I want to be awakenes to figure out.
Thanks be to the one true god Allah for coffee . . . .
I am not bound to win but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed but I am bound to live up to what light I have. I must stand with anybody that stands right; stand with them while they are right and part with them when they go wrong.