Short and Sweet

This blog was supposed to be short and sweet. But I set some sort of a thing with the first post and now it's been, like, a burden to try and make sense of stuff. But NO MORE!

It is hot in my apartment. It seems that all around me, my friend's lives are totally going on while I am in my apartment with a terrific cat (don't get me wrong) but without much else. The cat is terrific, did I mention that?

I have a new job (sort of) like all my other jobs it comes with no guarantee. Didn't it used to be that, at least, when you worked a job, you got hired, they took a chance on you? These folks have been terrific to me (like the cat!) and I have nothing but amazingly sincere thank you's for them. I get to go sit in an office and work and it's neat. There's puzzles and stuff to work out and it's, so far, pretty relaxed and rewarding. ReWARDing!

My friends are everywhere, all over the country and the world, having kids, breaking up, getting married, moving. They are doing all sorts of stuff. The drama in their lives is real, and serious, and worthwhile. But I am up here in the apartment with the cat (did I mention how terrific he's been. Hey, seriously).

Calls have been going out to my folks. My dad and mom are back in the nursing home while my dad recuperates from another operation. He sounds weak on the phone, but somewhat reasonable. It is a time contest. Will he be able to keep his cool in there long enough to heal? Time will tell. Hearing him weak on the phone is unnerving.

My friend Sonny lives downstairs, but I don't know why. I thought it would be cool, but I went and knocked on his door, but he wasn't around. Being that it's Friday, I thought we could totally hang and shoot the breeze and eat nuts. But, I ate the nuts myself.

Here's the thing. If I go boogie boarding next week, I promise to never complain again.

I promise to try not to.

And that's all I got to say about trees.

Wait. Hold it. I got more to say. Let's talk about the Bhagavad Gita and the Tao te Ching, just for a second. I've read the Tao, and I'm knee-deep in the Gita at the moment. And, they're all about, this detachment stuff. I used to kind of buy it, but no more. Who wants to attain a detachment level? I would rather be attached. Hate and love stuff, feel terrible pain and happiness. Cry and laugh. Cry and laugh.

Now, really, go talk amongst yourselves...