The universe has conspired for me to get back to writing my thesis. I’ve been really stalled lately. And I want to move onto the next career thing (whatever that is) and yet I know I can’t until I finish my damn thesis. But it’s so hard to spend all day at a job where I use my brain and sit in front of a computer and then go home and do the same thing.
So, here I am in Montecito, CA at PGI for another one of my weekend workshops on non-duality. And we spend the whole weekend studying Krishnamurti and putting into practice his ideas of being one’s natural self (which is simply part of the universal self) and collapsing time by staying only with the present moment and not indulging interpretations of the moment through the filter of the past nor preoccupations with thoughts of a future that does not yet exist and basically accepting “What Is” without judgment. And the whole weekend, I’m thinking “Boy, I’d like to spend some time in the library here,” but I don’t have the extra time.
And this morning (Sunday), I go to print out my boarding pass on-line to catch my 3:30 plane home and it says that I have no reservation for a flight today. My flight home is scheduled for Tuesday. Wha’ tha’? I look at the email receipt for the first time and it says the same thing. I don’t know how this happened. So, I call the airlines and the first flight I can get home is tomorrow and it would cost me $200 more to take it.
The thing is I’d never have intentionally made the reservation for Tuesday. And, if you know me, you’d know that I never make mistakes like this. So, rather than make an issue out of it, I take it as a sign. What if I’m supposed to stay here in this academically rich place with no distraction and nothing to do but write? It would cost me just as much in room and board to stay here two more days as it would to fly home a day late. I call my pet sitter and she’s free. I check with the school and my current room is one only a few available in the door, and they are happy to let me stay. I call my boyfriend and he says “Isn’t it telling that something so unusual would happen on this very weekend I’m studying what I’m studying?” He offers to go pick up my car from the park-n-ride so it doesn’t look abandoned and to retrieve me from the airport on Tuesday night. I leave a message for my boss at work. Everything falls into place just like that.
So, here I am, still in Montecito, CA. One of the most beautiful and comfortable places in the country. And I’ve spent the afternoon doing more research for my thesis, and I’m feeling grateful. I have to say I feel a bit off kilter because somebody just turned my reality 90 degreese. But it’s OK because underneath it, I feel loved and cared for by the Forces That Be.
Life is just weird sometimes.
So, San Francisco the weekend before last.
Hermes called me at 11 AM on that Friday and said that he was done early at school. So, I called the airlines and found us an earlier flight (than the 6 PM we were scheduled on) and we got on stand-by on that one, which worked out great because that meant we had time to get to the B&B on the subway, get settled in, and still go out to dinner and hang in the hot tub before tucking in.
I had sufficiently led Hermes astray and he had figured we were going to New York. 🙂 So, when I arrived at his house and handed him a map of SF and a list of gallery events there for the weekend, he was surprised. Continue reading
Check out my new sun glasses. Hermes and I went downtown today and wandered into a store that resells cool stuff from flea markets. They’ve got old rolltop desks and cabinet stereos and way out of fashion plastic furniture and lamps and a 100+ year old set of leather bound Shakespeare plays and these crazy sun glasses. Check ’em out on me! They go fabulously with my shirt and my knee socks. Ab Fab, here I come
I swear I’ll get around to telling you all about our lovely whirlwind weekend in San Francisco. But I’m pretty busy catching up from the weekend and enjoying life right now. 🙂 Going white water rafting tomorrow. Be back soon.
In the meantime, I’d love to hear about YOU. Please tell me about you or about something that happened to you and use the word of the day: gasconade.
Still doing my part to learn and spread correct usage of the English language…
A friend pointed me to this site today. It’s priceless. Here are a few samples from their collection.
Or, here’s the text from a show on the Fox News Channel about dog training. Superimposed at the bottom of the screen was:
Teaching your dog to “come”.
On a menu at a diner near Hattiesburg, Mississippi:
You’ll “love” our food!
You gotta go to the site to read the funny commentaries on the syntactically correct interpretations of these misuses of quotation marks. And if you are wondering why this is funny, recall from–when was it?–7th grade English class that quotation marks are to be used to indicate that the words are being repeated from another source or that they are being used ironically, with reservations, or in some other unusual way. Quotation marks around a word do not add emphasis to their dictionary meaning. Quite the opposite, in fact.
So, if you are ever tempted to shop at a place with an ad offering the “best” prices in town with a “free” gift and a “one year” layaway plan, then I have a “bridge” I’d like to sell you. 😉
You’d have to be a Patrick Stewart fan to get why this is so damn funny. It had me laughing out loud. Enjoy!
I’m having a delicious morning off work, enjoying sitting in the sun and cuddling with the wookies (my cat and dog) and catching up on journaling.
I know you all have been dying to know about all of the excitement that is my life. So, here are few highlights from last weekend.
* Friday was Hermes’ birthday and we went out to see a “Whose Line is it, Anyway?”-type improv comedy show in Denver at the Bovine Metropolis (read: cow town) Comedy Theater. Since it was his birthday, they got us up on stage to do an improv game with us. It was big fun. Hermes has taken some improv classes there and really enjoyed it. And the troop seemed like kind and forgiving folks. So, now on our (Hermes’ and mine) list of things to do together is take improv classes there at some point.
* Saturday, my friend M and her husband invited us over for dinner. They are another Jew/Gentile couple who met later in life (in their 40’s), well after their individual personalities and quirks were firmly established. He proposed to her 6 weeks after they met and they’ve been married for 12 years now. It was fun to see how they negotiate their differences and have learned to laugh about them and take them in stride. M made a yummy shrimp gumbo recipe from her Cajun heritage and we sat on the back porch enjoyed the break from the heat the evening provided. They like to play cards and indulged me in teaching them Euchre (my favorite card game which no one outside of Michigan, Indiana, and Illinois seems to know), and we had a grand old time.
* Sunday, Hermes and I had a nice little bike ride to breakfast at Le Peep and stopped into an Open House for a condo in a Victorian style house just because I like looking in other people’s houses. Then I headed over to join the “Circle Boulder by Bicycle” tour. It’s a 19-mile tour of Boulder via bike paths and side streets and unpaved trails that starts at Scott Carpenter Park and goes as far South as Table Mesa and US 36, as far East as Cherryvale, as far North as Upland, and as far West as 4th Street. The route avoided the heart attack hills in the city, but still Boulder is on a slope and there is no avoiding having to go up at some point. Even though it was late after, the sun was still beating down and the route kicked my ass. I had to walk the last big uphill part of it and I got dehydrated enough that I even got a little dizzy the next day. But I got explore new bike routes in Boulder, I ran into an old friend and we biked together part of the way and caught up on each other’s news, and I had great fun. I’m really proud of myself for sticking with it even when I wanted to keel over. My bike chain even popped off once and I put it back on all by my lonesome. And I love that I silently enjoyed my own company all afternoon.
This coming weekend: a surprise birthday trip for Hermes. (If you know about it, don’t spill the beans!) All he knows so far (in hints that have been revealed bit by bit) is that
(1) It is some place that he has told me he wants to go.
(2) It is some place that he has been before.
(3) It is a place where we will be doing a lot of walking.
(4) It is a place where he will need a bathing suit.
(5) And one occasion will require him to show a little spirited fashion elegance.
He can guess all he wants to, but I’m not sayin’ where we are headed until we get in the car on Friday late afternoon.