Saturday Morning Post

The title of this sounds like a newspaper.
It’s the weekend, I have nothing planned, wife’s working today 9-3.
I’m just going to hang out.
Here’s an article I found on Neatorama. I have often noticed that poor people seem happier than rich people.

Are you unhappy? Maybe it’s because of all that money you have. Jonah Lehrer of Wired’s The Frontal Cortex blog explains:

Once we escape the trap of poverty, levels of wealth have an extremely modest impact on levels of happiness, especially in developed countries. Even worse, it appears that the richest nation in history – 21st century America – is slowly getting less pleased with life. (Or as the economists behind this recent analysis concluded: “In the United States, the [psychological] well-being of successive birth-cohorts has gradually fallen through time.”)

Needless to say, this data contradicts one of the central assumptions of modern society, which is that more money equals more pleasure. That’s why we work hard, fret about the stock market and save up for that expensive dinner/w

atch/phone/car/condo. We’ve been led to believe that dollars are delight in a fungible form.

But the statistical disconnect between mon

ey and happiness raises a fascinating question: Why doesn’t money make us happy? One intriguing answer comes from a new study by psychologists at the University of Liege, published in Psychological Science. […]

The Liege psychologists propose that, because

money allows us to enjoy the best things in life – we can stay at expensive hotels and eat exquisite sushi and buy the nicest gadgets – we actually decrease our ability to enjoy the mundane joys of everyday life. (Their list of such pleasures includes ”sunny days, cold beers, and chocolate bars”.) And since most

of our joys are mundane – we can’t sleep at the Ritz every night – our ability to splurge actually backfires. We try to treat ourselves, but we end up spoiling ourselves.

Not a post to post

Last night I couldn’t sleep well, it was freezing in the air and burning under the sheets. My wife was sleeping on a hardwood bench in the living room because of her back and I kept waking up missing her.
This is not the kind of posts I wanted to post on this blog. My problems these days seem huge


My life is in turmoil right now. The wife is sick or injured. She has back pain and spasms and can’t get comfortable. It kills me to see her in pain.

Looks like I need to find a new job too.

Back To Work

Here’s a pic of the beach at Tulum Ruins. I’ll come back often today to look.
Today it’s back to work. When you go back to work after a vacation, its kind of like you are punished for taking a vacation, because you have to work extra to catch up.

home at last

We’re home! Got in last night. Minus one of our three bags, but oh well, I could care less right now.
I’m glad to be home! Woke up super early, I could see Orion, Taurus and all the winter constellations. Then I watched the sun come up and had coffee.
I’ve unpacked, but haven’t turned on my computer yet. (typing this on my phone, from the back porch.)
The yard is a foot tall, the house is a mess, so in a while it’s clean-up time!
(I’ll be glad to go back to work, so I can get some rest!!! HaHa!)

Back In Tulum

We’re back in Tulum after traveling the Yucatan. It was very cool, swimming with whale sharks, diving in Cenotes and seeing the Mayan Ruins.
Heading back home Thursday.