I am left standing on the dock today as the ship pulls away for India. Injya. Rather, I will weed and mulch and clean. And I will be diminished. Someone wrote in that I should take a trip to Constantinople. If only I could. But perhas this late spring or early summer, I can make the old Orient Express trip, or the part of it that went from Prague to Budapest to Istanbul. It is not India, but it is something.
One should be happy. We should pursue the things that make us thus and eschew the things that run contrary to that state. Shit, I could write a self-help book. Or I could write a Zen-ish book and talk about ignoring both happiness and unhappiness as useless states of desire. But I'm a pig and want my synapses to sing. Constantinople. What a great idea.
Last night's bon voyage dinner and the iPhone.
oh -- lucky the Boy gets to go to India?
ReplyDeleteI had paneer tikka marsala for lunch yesterday.
Don't whine too much though about how awful it is to have to settle for Prague -- you'll sound like a dick. :P
Sorry you're not going to India. Someday I will go...and many other romantic places as well. I was discussing the happiness thing just yesterday with someone and didn't get much encouragement. I was told life is going to continue to be crazy and stress-filled and my peace and happiness has to come from inside. Ha! This person obviously doesn't know my insides very well...if they saw the upheaval there they'd know.
ReplyDeleteGo somewhere so I can live vicariously through your adventures!
Go to Indiana, Jones.
ReplyDeleteL, no the boy only gets dinner, not India. and there is no use in telling me not to whine, mom.
ReplyDeleteR, India will be there. Peace and Happiness come from within. There are drugs for every symptom.
Q, I'd rather go to Alabama where the Tuskaloosa.