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Principles
Life
No control over events
The day was mapped out. Preparation had been set in place. I was to paint and review dental notes.
I started with a detour. I walked down the block to a neighbor who the day before told me how it was to lease a car. He leased two, one for himself and his wife. The question I had this morning was 'did it increase his insurance?' I wanted to get this out of the way before I began my day.
So I dropped by and his wife invited me inside and lovely it was. Old paintings and ships built by John and mahogany furniture and old black and white photos and a northern Vermont look. Quite unusual for Florida. So I looked around and they gladly talked about it all and offered me some ice tea. We talked about John's model ship building, his volunteering for the Israeli army in his late 50's after years before serving in Korea and his back operation after years of lifting and being a solid man. Denise told me of her teaching dance, her volunteering for the social committee, how her first husband was a pig, how she downsized to live here, and how her adopted cat liked me but did not like everyone. We chatted for an hour. Oh, and the answer was yes, insurance did go up for them after they leased. Hmmm.
I came back to the house and rested a bit. Earlier in the morning I had swum a number of laps and felt it. Then I prepared some food and needed vitamins so I spent some time laying them out for the week. Going to the computer I cleaned out my emails and out of curiosity looked up what happened to a lady around my age who had some interesting views about politics and health. She had been an advocate for veterans who had agent orange poisoning. At some point she had contracted cancer and passed away earlier this year. She had tried alternative cures and later some chemo with it but nothing had worked. So she was gone.
Further inquiry revealed she was not the shining light she had portrayed herself as. Her service in the army was questionable and some former employees felt she was a bully. Oh well, oh well. I just take it all in.
While I was at it I googled a lady friend who I occasionally saw but not for a while and wondered how she was doing. Nothing came up accept for the death of her brother, which I knew about. Oh well, what ever happened to Patty?
Still later I straightened out the kitchen and was thinking of going for a first time to a minion service, not far from me, to honor my dad. I filled the bike tires as I would bike it and then thought I'd sit down for a minute and listen to the weather on TV and see what was happening in Hawaii. My ex wife had planned a trip I with her current husband to the islands and the timing was not good. Oh well.
I felt a bit slow and canceled the minion trip. Later I reviewed new writings for my websites and that was my day. What happened to simply painting and looking at dental notes? I don't know. Was my determination low? Was I looking for distractions? Maybe. Anything to avoid facing a canvas.
Still, life had its own agenda and current and I was swept away and not able to find my way back. Tomorrow is another day. Often life has a mind of its own.
Principles
Life
No control over events
The day was mapped out. Preparation had been set in place. I was to paint and review dental notes.
I started with a detour. I walked down the block to a neighbor who the day before told me how it was to lease a car. He leased two, one for himself and his wife. The question I had this morning was 'did it increase his insurance?' I wanted to get this out of the way before I began my day.
So I dropped by and his wife invited me inside and lovely it was. Old paintings and ships built by John and mahogany furniture and old black and white photos and a northern Vermont look. Quite unusual for Florida. So I looked around and they gladly talked about it all and offered me some ice tea. We talked about John's model ship building, his volunteering for the Israeli army in his late 50's after years before serving in Korea and his back operation after years of lifting and being a solid man. Denise told me of her teaching dance, her volunteering for the social committee, how her first husband was a pig, how she downsized to live here, and how her adopted cat liked me but did not like everyone. We chatted for an hour. Oh, and the answer was yes, insurance did go up for them after they leased. Hmmm.
I came back to the house and rested a bit. Earlier in the morning I had swum a number of laps and felt it. Then I prepared some food and needed vitamins so I spent some time laying them out for the week. Going to the computer I cleaned out my emails and out of curiosity looked up what happened to a lady around my age who had some interesting views about politics and health. She had been an advocate for veterans who had agent orange poisoning. At some point she had contracted cancer and passed away earlier this year. She had tried alternative cures and later some chemo with it but nothing had worked. So she was gone.
Further inquiry revealed she was not the shining light she had portrayed herself as. Her service in the army was questionable and some former employees felt she was a bully. Oh well, oh well. I just take it all in.
While I was at it I googled a lady friend who I occasionally saw but not for a while and wondered how she was doing. Nothing came up accept for the death of her brother, which I knew about. Oh well, what ever happened to Patty?
Still later I straightened out the kitchen and was thinking of going for a first time to a minion service, not far from me, to honor my dad. I filled the bike tires as I would bike it and then thought I'd sit down for a minute and listen to the weather on TV and see what was happening in Hawaii. My ex wife had planned a trip I with her current husband to the islands and the timing was not good. Oh well.
I felt a bit slow and canceled the minion trip. Later I reviewed new writings for my websites and that was my day. What happened to simply painting and looking at dental notes? I don't know. Was my determination low? Was I looking for distractions? Maybe. Anything to avoid facing a canvas.
Still, life had its own agenda and current and I was swept away and not able to find my way back. Tomorrow is another day. Often life has a mind of its own.
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