Miscellaneous

Sometimes I think I should change the name of this blog to 'Nothing to Report.'

I have less going on these days. I wake up and I do whatever it is I'm going to do, which will probably include a trip to the coffee shop and maybe an errand or two, and maybe I'll take a nap in the afternoon. I may go back out in the evening for awhile — dinner with the group most Wednesdays and Fridays, maybe with a friend or alone other nights. I don't eat at home much.

I still obsess about some of same things I've always obsessed about, but I stop short of needing to write about them. The obsessions are empty, no point to them; why write about nothing?

I bought a new weedeater this week and spent some time clearing underbrush and weeds in the backyard. Whack weeds, mow grass – those are my magic and subtle understanding. The pear cactus are growing rapidly — I remember when you never saw pear cactus this far north — and the elephant ear has finally started putting up shoots.

I'm reading some Thich Nhat Hanh and Seung Sanh — two different approaches to the same destination/no destination.

I need new brakes on the car.