I slept well last night. At least better than I have in a few weeks. Although, I woke myself up a few times making weird noises on exhale. Not whistling, which happens from time to time. Not snoring. Just an odd sound. I can't describe it.
I'm rereading Asimov's robot stories. We have a collected stories edition. I know I've read the short stories before, but, so far, I don't remember them at all. I will remember the Susan Calvin stories.
The two novels with the robot R. Daneel and Elijah Bailey are in that book. I'm looking forward to reading them again. For some reason I really like R. Daneel. He might be my favorite Asimov character.
I'm going to breakfast with Nicole soon. At least, it will be soon if she ever gets here. I've been talking to her about the Big Kitchen for six months, at least. We are finally going. This better not be the day they are out of vegetarian gravy!
This house burns up light bulbs double quick. Drives me crazy. The front porch bulb is out. I'll replace it today. The guy who mows our lawn ran over the extention cord that powers the lights on our tree. I'll get all them working again before Show Tunes tonight. Finally.
I noticed this morning that I was again starting to create a mental picture of my future. An image the included several specific people. It's okay to do that. We all do, in fact.
What I must watch out for is an insistence that the future must show up to match the picture. It is the difference between what actually happens and my picture of what should happen that brings on bouts of suffering.
It is good to remember what I am committed to, accepting what is so is so, looking out into a future created from nothing in this moment free of the constraints of the past and then doing what is needed to fulfill on that future.
If life is a conversation and nothing is wrong, what's possible?
For me, what is always possible is love. Love given freely without conditions. Love that generates love that generates love. Plenty for all people including me.
I'm rereading Asimov's robot stories. We have a collected stories edition. I know I've read the short stories before, but, so far, I don't remember them at all. I will remember the Susan Calvin stories.
The two novels with the robot R. Daneel and Elijah Bailey are in that book. I'm looking forward to reading them again. For some reason I really like R. Daneel. He might be my favorite Asimov character.
I'm going to breakfast with Nicole soon. At least, it will be soon if she ever gets here. I've been talking to her about the Big Kitchen for six months, at least. We are finally going. This better not be the day they are out of vegetarian gravy!
This house burns up light bulbs double quick. Drives me crazy. The front porch bulb is out. I'll replace it today. The guy who mows our lawn ran over the extention cord that powers the lights on our tree. I'll get all them working again before Show Tunes tonight. Finally.
I noticed this morning that I was again starting to create a mental picture of my future. An image the included several specific people. It's okay to do that. We all do, in fact.
What I must watch out for is an insistence that the future must show up to match the picture. It is the difference between what actually happens and my picture of what should happen that brings on bouts of suffering.
It is good to remember what I am committed to, accepting what is so is so, looking out into a future created from nothing in this moment free of the constraints of the past and then doing what is needed to fulfill on that future.
If life is a conversation and nothing is wrong, what's possible?
For me, what is always possible is love. Love given freely without conditions. Love that generates love that generates love. Plenty for all people including me.
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Tip: Ikea has low, low prices on compact fluorescents in a variety of sizes.
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2. I wanted to go to Big Kitchen, too! I vaguely recall asking about this, but maybe I dreamed it.
3. Candles would burn out faster than bulbs ... we lost one int he kitchen fixture yesterday, and the over-the-sink one is out, too. I've been meaning to go around on bulb check for ages.