Today, I ate well. I had a one-egg omelet filled with nice spinach, olives, cheese- small but very tasty! Â I was cooked in coconut oil. Along with it, I had a bowl of vegetables- broccoli, peas, carrots. I capped off my breakfast with a slice of Alvarado St. bread (sprouted all grain) topped with butter. I am now on decaf coffee, and I had two large mugs of Trader Joe’s Joe.
I took a walk and went to Subway, where I had a foot-long chicken teriyaki sub. Nice. Â My last coupon for now. Â Had some water before I left.
I swung by 7-11 and got a $1 slice, too.
The walk came to 1.33 miles by the GPS, but if memory serves, it’s wrong.
I just verified the path on Google Earth, and it’s right.
I later had an apple, some of the stuffed shell casserole #2 I made, and some of the latest batch of bean stew as made by Rosary for the first time (by my recipe.) Over rice. Nice.
It occurs to me that not all problems are simply two elements balanced against each other, but rather many elements locked together in an equilibrium. They present such a confusing structure that one does not know where to start to unbalance the problem.
These are sort of like a confusion AND a problem — a “problusion” or perhaps a “conflem”.
My life is very much in this state, and I suppose most any life is.
I imagine the fix would be something like pick any aspect and focus on it to change that one aspect, keeping in mind that the goal is to unbalance the puzzle problem.
The blank spaces, the places where there are no un-finished tasks, tokens reminding me of something left unfinished — these places are where things are finished. Cycles of action have gone from start to change and landed on stop, but there is no more- the deed has been done.
This is why there are so many things in my life, so many incompletions.
Like stars in the heavens, so many things undone, so much unburned desire- but is there still adequate interest?
The un-built plane meant my desire for freedom. I didn’t finish it, but maybe because freedom is not an issue for me today. Let it go? Finish it? Keep the big unfinished wing around forever?
Yeah. Like that. My life as a pile of un-dones.
And then, along comes a song like this one-
Older brother, restless soul, lie down
Lie for a while with your ear against the earth
And you’ll hear your sister sleep talking
Say, “Your hair is long but not long enough to reach
Home to me
But your beard
Someday might beâ€
And she woke up in a cold sweat on the floor
Next to a family portrait drawn when you were four
And beside a jar of two cent coins that are no good no more
She’ll lay it aside
Older father, weary soul, you’ll drive
Back to the home you made on the mountainside
With that ugly, terrible thing
Those papers for divorce
And a lonely ring
A lonely ring
Sit on your porch
And pluck your strings
Oh, and you’ll find somebody you can blame
And you’ll follow the creek that runs out into the sea
And you’ll find the peace of the Lord.
Grandfather, weary soul, you’ll fly
Over your life once more before you die
Since our grandma passed away
You’ve waited for forever and a day
Just to die
And someday soon
You will die
It was the only woman you ever loved
That got burnt by the sun too often when she was young
And the cancer spread and it ran into her body and her blood
And there’s nothing you can do about it now
This is a bicycle trip I took where I had a tethered notebook and laptop with me. I posted to the internet from the road. I was assuredly in the past, but since GPS works by time, I have no idea how the wrong date got into the GPX file. Â Maybe that date comes from the device and it was wrong.
I’ll get a corrected date from the meta info in the photos I took then.
