Mundane yet Meditative

I sometimes find myself staring blankly into the open refrigerator without a thought in my head long after I’ve determined there’s nothing edible in there. 

 I’m the only one in my home that thinks it easier to wash something than let it crustify in the dishwasher and hope it come out clean rather than have some food baked into it that requires power tools to remove.  So washing dishes is a great one as well. The warm water, the sounds of the water and the mindless activity are very calming.

Home today

I could have gone in to work but I guess I just didn't have the heart for it today. 

A day late and dollar short

I already broke my promise.  I suck.  The weather here today does too.  Tonight should be the worst of it and relatively speaking not a major snow event like last year but it’s a headache here anyway. 

No one bothered to come to work today, or at least until very late in the day.  I see the big boss finally got here in time for lunch. 

I don't feel much like being here either but I was here on time, unlike the few that bothered to come in. 

Makes sour face...and stomps off...

Dreams

How quickly I let this become stale.  I’m going to try and post here every day even though no reads it. 

Ever have periods of very vivid dreams or perhaps just better recall of them?  Mine have seemed out of the ordinary lately.  I had one recently in which President Obama was at jam session, apparently because he was friends with somebody.  He looked all presidential in a dark suit but may have been smoking since he was hanging with musicians.  He spoke to me for a few minutes but I couldn’t recall the conversation.

Last night I dreamt that a friend was being held in some kind of jail and my wife, his girl friend and I went to see about bailing him out but our means of transport was a horse and wagon. 

Kids and swings

No turning the clock back to the witlessness of youth.  I don’t recall ever giving a minute of thought to the economy when it was in bad shape in the 70’s and 80’s. I probably didn’t even know there were recessions.  I guess it was a little inconvenient to buy gas for a while, but not really. 

Now, even though I’m still more or less powerless, it is of some interest to me.  I’m not ranting and raving on C-Span or anything but since I have mutual funds…well, it’s hard not to look at the DJIA every so often.  Those wild swings, I can feel them in my stomach, as if I were on one.   

Rain and so forth

It’s raining hard outside my office window right now.  I find the sound of rain to be comforting.  Most sounds of nature in action are soothing.  Although I can’t see deriving the same sense of satisfaction from one of those miniature waterfall things they sell at Brookstone.  Maybe a CD at certain times perhaps would be good.   

I used to live on what was once a farm in Pennsylvania.  There was a small pole barn that I converted in part to a studio where my friends and I could play music.  All the windows were boarded up but one where we put an exhaust fan to try and keep the temperature down in the summer.  The building had a metal roof.  One night I inadvertently left a tape recorder running after we were finished and I later discovered I’d taped the sound of the wind making the roof creak and the old out of kilter fan blades brush the grille ever so slightly.  I’d moved to Maryland by the time I found this portion of the tape and was stunned by how vividly evocative of the barn it was.  I could smell it while listening with headphones.  I would like to find that tape again but lack the patience to listen to hours of mostly bad music to find it, if it didn’t get recorded over anyway. 

My point must be listening to what might be considered nothing at all, can be time well spent.  

Kids faces

I was just looking at a facebook friends picture of his grand daughter. She appears about 6 or 7. She's looking into the camera. The clear direct gaze of a child is something remarkable to me and something we as adults for the most part seem to lose. Maybe we have too much to lose by an open countenance.