Country Back

Originally Posted Sunday, July 27, 2014

Going back through my old work, I find many things that fascinate me and that make me wonder why I didn't continue with what I was doing.  These old Fuji "negatives" are one such thing.  I remember that they took a tremendous amount of time, but that should never have been a consideration.  I love this look now and will go back and try it again.  Really, who better than I?  Who indeed. 

But I'm sick with worry.  I still have no printer.  The repairman who was supposed to call me Wednesday called me Thursday.  The repairman who was supposed to come Thursday called me to tell me he would come on Friday morning.  The repairman who was to come Friday morning called and said that he would be over in the afternoon.  The repairman who was supposed to come Friday afternoon. . . I never heard from him again. 

I want my country back, a place where a man's word. . . .

Speaking of country back, mine is killing me.  This is a months long road to recovery, I know.  I've been here before.  Still, I walked four miles, stretched, iced, and then showered and decided I needed to get out of the house.  I wanted to find a cool shirt at Lucky Brand.  I went to the mall.  But pain and crowded roads don't go well together, and I remembered that my boss had burned a CD for me at my request.  "Chant,"  by Benedictine Monks.  I have not been able to find it, but now it had been sitting in my book bag for a month.  I put it on and everything got calmer, better.  A friend of mine was spending the day in a yoga training class, and I thought of her.  This is meditative music.  You can do yoga to it though it might be blasphemous.  I don't think so.  Don't advertise it if you do, however, for you will seem to be too cool.  We are that sort, though, aren't we, a mishmash of shapes and sounds and cultures.  When people want to know what diversity is, they should really look us up in the dictionary. 

Here. . . for your meditative Sunday.