Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn’t know you left open.
Writing is easy; all you have to do is sit staring at a blank sheet of paper until the drops of blood form on your forehead.
I don’t know how well this came out, but, a short-stemmed wine glass for a kiddush cup and a tin of teabags from the Boston tea company for a Spice box. Hey, it works. The tea in the tin is some sort of exotic flavor that I got as a gift, and smells good, although not like something I’d want to drink.
I am God’s creature and my fellow is
God’s creature. My work is in the town and
his work is in the country. I rise early for my
work and he rises early for his work. Just as
he does not presume to do my work, so I do
not presume to do his work. Will you say, I
do much and he does little? We have
learnt: One may do much or one may do
little; it is all one, provided he directs his
heart to heaven.
–Babylonian Talmud, Berakhot 17B
I remember hearing about this story after the fact. I didn’t participate in the shaming, but I know how easy it is to get wrapped up in that kind of thing. I think social media brings the adage about how easy it is to destroy one’s reputation to a whole new level.
Afterwords Barbara and I went to Zacksby’s for dinner. My order number was 68, so I was sure Barbara would get 69, thus ensuring that we wouldn’t lose at perversion for the evening. Sadly, this was not the case. Someone at the drive-through got 69. So no matter how you Cut it, I lost at perversion all the way around this evening. Oh well, tomorrow’s another day.
Last night, as I was getting ready for bed at 9:30, I had an idea.
I knew I didn’t want to sleep late, so I set an alarm. Well, only problem is, the alarm is on the phone, and the phone charges by my bed.
So when the alarm went off at 6 this morning, I reached over and turned it off, and promptly fell back to sleep.
I rolled out of bed at 11 and am still working on my first cup of coffee. Note to self: Plug the phone in somewhere else so I have to get out of bed to turn off the alarm.
Stuff like this makes me sad and angry at the same time. Those moments when you’re on a date and some stranger walks up and starts a conversation with your companion and not you, and then drives it home by assuming your companion is some sort of caregiver for you and nothing more.
Not that I’m saying it’s OK to wallow in the shit life throws at you all the time, but to never wallow would be humanly impossible. And that’s perfectly OK. Afterwords, pick yourself up and continue going forward.
Putting a song on repeat has always been a thing for me. It helps me get things done and sometimes I just like to listen to the same song over and over again because it reflects the current mood I’m in, or some present feeling.
My current song is this by Sam Smith:
Now if I can just figure out how to get Spottify to repeat a track on the iPhone.
And it looks like Matt agrees where repeating tracks is concerned. I’m in good company.
BTW, there’s a great podcast Matt was interviewed on recently. I’ve gotten a lot out of just this episode and will be adding it to the podcatcher.