Today marks 365 days of meditation as i was taught in a meditation class i took, well, I guess, it must be just about exactly a year ago!
I feel really good. It is said that suffering is the touchstone of spiritual growth, and I suffered immensely from my divorce and i can see my own gains brought on by meditation.
But I know there’s a long way to go, and there’s no getting “there” the object is to make “here” as good as it can be.
And if it works for me, I’m sure it can work for anyone
I took a 2 day class this weekend, Finding Our Divine Purpose, or to me, what do I want to be when I grow up? It was very emotionally in depth and soul searching. And everybody shared sensitive information about themselves and the vulnerability was very rewarding.
I thought I was the only one who didn’t have it all together, now I know there are at least eight of us.
I took my busted watch back to the store. I don’t expect to hear back from them unless i call. They plainly said the warranty covers everything except water damage. Even though it’s a swim watch, it’s a phone store and my watch, wrong or right, falls under their broad policy.
So its Monday, and I feel pretty neutral about the upcoming week. I hope to be pleasantly surprised.
I swam the half mile yesterday. My new Samsung Active 2 died, first time I put it in the water. Where I bought it specifically said the warranty does not cover water damage. The watch is rated to 50 meters deep and is made to track swimming You will, i think, find 3 dead Samsung watches on this blog. I’m pretty done with Samsung watches..
All these fitness trackers claim to be waterproof, but none really seem to be. 50 meters is like scuba diving waterproof.
i.really enjoy having my sleep and exercise monitored though…. What’s next? I’m looking at a OnePlus Band. 26 dollars, used.
It’s worth reading for its weirdness. There seems to be two main plots. 1) The devil comes to town with a small squad of assistants. He has a magic show where he gives away money and women’s clothes. Then the money turns into something worthless or illegal, and the clothes disappear and women are suddenly naked in the streets, the men are arrested for illegal currency or they’re just out the money. And everybody thinks everybody is crazy.
And 2) Master, who wrote a book and most of it was destroyed except Margarita has a small section. Master is in a psyche ward in a basement. (I don’t know why his name is Master)
Margarita is in an unhappy marriage, and because of the devil, becomes a witch to become queen of the devil’s crazy party, where dead people come out of a fire in a huge fireplace. Margarita loved Master but thinks he must be dead.
After the party, the devil reunites Master and Margarita, gives them a complete copy of Masters book. He then has them both killed and brought back to life. This cures Master of his insanity and apparently he and Margarita live happily ever after.
Then the devil and his assistants (mostly his assistants) basically burn the place down as they are leaving.
And there’s a lot more to it than that. I didn’t get from the book, but read in a review, that the devil was punishing people for being greedy but they didn’t seem too greedy to me. If money rained from the sky, I’d pick up all I could. What woman wouldn’t take the latest, greatest fashions in clothing of offered?
It was a weird book, weird . It was written in the 1930s but didn’t get published until 1966, because, well, you know, Russia. But to me the overall tone of the book was pro Russian 1930s government. Apparently the Russian government was confiscating people’s cash and valuables and not turning yours in was punishable
What is the deal with the capers jar? How are you supposed to get them out? No fork, no kitchen tool will fit inside. Someone said that you can use your knife-like vegetable peeler to get them out, but i don’t have one and it’s still doesn’t answer the question on why the jar is so teeny tiny!
17 April 2005 was my first post on this blog. You can see it here. I never intended to write a blog. i went to blogspot to learn what blogging was because i didn’t know. Then I created an account, because I thought I had to, then i posted a post, because i thought I had to. And here we are today.
the funny thing I remember is how hard it was to find other people’s blogs in the beginning. Not a problem anymore for me but I wonder if newbies today have that problem.
I ruined my espresso maker yesterday. A few days ago one of the mini welds broke on the wire handle. I thought I could get it fixed easily. I should have just left it alone. I’ve been using it every day for 21 years. It would have been good indefinitely even with the broken handle. But no, i took it to a welder who butchered it all up. It burned through to the inside. The welder had no awareness of what he was doing.
Today i made coffee with a P.O.S. aluminum one. I’m very disappointed. But I do have a new one on the way. Hopefully the same quality as the one that was destroyed.
it’s better to sell ice cream than to give it away free. If I sell it, then even if a person who has only a little money can get some ice cream. If I give it away free, people may take more than they need or want and in any case, I’ll run out. Then someone who wants ice cream won’t get any.
This is something my counsellor and I discussed the other day. After we talked about it andit soaked in a few days, I had to call him back to re-explain it.
In short, if you sell ice cream, you can make everyone happy. If you give it away free, you can’t.
I’ve been one to give away my ice cream for free. Some take all they can, knowing I’m’ a fool for giving away free ice cream. The others are unhappy because they wanted some ice cream and I didn’t have any.. Nobody hangs around long.
My dawg Lenny, seems to have a food fetish. He will scoot the bowl off into a corner or under a chair and use his snout to shovel the food out of his bowl onto the floor. He seems to eat little or none of the food.when he’s doing this. It seems like some sort of perverted messmaking hobby He will eat normal when he’s hungry.
After the title and picture, aren’t you disappointed by the paragraph above? I am!
Also, when Lenny’s going to drink some water, he slowly slowly slowly, moving statue, sneaks up on the water bowl. Then laps water as loud as possible, splashing it to the maximum
He definitely has some kind of weird psychology going on whenit comes to food and drink. He’s always been a bit freaky.
Today is my boss’s last day at work. I applied to fill the position, but haven’t heard anything. The new boss is sure to not be as good as the old boss though.
