I take pride in the manner that I approach projects. It is my belief that the long the time you
spend thinking and preparing a project, the smother the operation. The waterfall project in the side yard has
involved trees and bushes and barriers and screens and bridges and of course
water. I had the project so laid out
with sub projects etc.. so that if there was a delay here energy could be shift
there. The house project has been
multiple projects – replace the refrigerator (which involved cutting the
molding) replace the dishwasher which (involved family member John whom I
almost electrocuted by selecting the wrong breaker) the mortar project (which
involves help Russ whom might be found dead if I can’t control his ADD and he
wanders off to the new project) and the purging project to re purpose much of my
library and asking myself do I really need this… I have been pretty good about keeping it together,
in spite having to go down the steps one foot at a time with my knee
limitations and having to take pain meds to keep standing… but cool. I listen to my ipod.. and just keep plodding
along. When I was running out of ipod
juice, I decided to plug it into the computer… well when I switched my stuff to
Georgette's computer, I must have forgotten the music and half paying attention
to the cues… I backed up my ipod….only to find I backed off everything and
there was nothing on the computer. I
will get back the essentials.. morning meditation etc… but I counted it took me
58 seconds…and everything I had done for myself in the past month.. all my
resolve to be kind and easy to myself and others…58 seconds and I was one my
feet screaming at the ipod… where’s my music. Jane Monheit has left me…
everything but 5 songs and none of my favorites... poof… I want the pain over
NOW.. so I call Mike the computer man.,,, I drop everything and search my
computer.. Jane.. where are you… cry me a river… for I am about to cry a river
over you…..
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
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