Writing is really doing it for me.
I slept for about four hours last night, woke up ruminating about work. I have to stop spending so much time there! At least I slept. First thing I did this morning was to write an email to the owner of the company about our small dog problem. I really let loose, wrote exactly what I thought, told it like I see it. I took meticulous care to word it exactly how I wanted it, to capture every nuance of my dissatisfaction; spent hours writing it.
Then I deleted it.
Poof goes the goof.
I released that energy to the wild of the universe for balancing. It is in the hands of natural process now. There are bigger forces than me at work in the universe, everyone is subject to natural balancing, including me, including small dogs.
Harriet called from the beach at her cottage this morning, it is beautiful on the beach apparently. She and Hogan are preparing to take the paddle boat for a spin, it sounds lovely. They are preparing to send their only child off to university in a few short weeks. You want your kids to grow up, mostly you do, but there is part of you that wants them to be little and with you forever. Can’t happen of course, if they are healthy, balanced adults.
Our usually quiet neighbourhood here in the country has sprung to life and is full of happy sounds, like children playing; and annoying sounds like motors roaring across the water, cars speeding down the highway and private planes buzzing overhead; and oh yes, the drone of ATVs.
Early this morning the robins were making a real racket. The inspiration for their cacophony? Two owls were sitting on the branches of the dead pine tree in our front yard. Robins do not like owls. Eventually the owls flew off into the forest and the robins became less agitated and much quieter.
Attila is working most of the day. I have the day off, sort of, except for my state of mind, so I could actually give myself the day off, that is the goal.
We had a mail strike here in Canada, during the spring. Bills didn’t arrive. I tried to pay everything using the billed amounts from the month of April. Apparently I overachieved, my latest bill for Internet services was for $0.00, must have paid it twice! A little bit of good news on a Saturday morning.
Mind doodling on FaceBook this morning…
A friend posted “Book Week! Grab the closest book to you, turn to page 56, and use the 5th sentence as your status.”
I posted: “The mice may be right, not taking any chances, turned to page 42… “a laser beam is projected through a special photographic plate”.
Did you know that 42 on a telephone keypad is HA, reversed it is AH and transcribing it backwards, then forwards it is AH HA.
Trivia of course, but it is all based on literature.”
I feel relieved that I was able to formulate even a single trivial thought this morning. Triviality can be very sustaining. An apropos activity in view of the proposed privatization of Toronto Public Libraries.
Off now to face the day, well, to at least get dressed anyway.
“Everybody was looking for hidden meanings and puzzles and significances in what I had written (like ‘is it significant that 6×9 = 42 in base 13?’. As if.) So I thought that just for a change I would actually construct a puzzle and see how many people solved it. Of course, nobody paid it any attention. I think that’s terribly significant.”