Nevermore
05-25-2006, 11:33 PM
But being posted by Nevermore (please appreciate the opening, Lisa!) so adjust expectations accordingly!
Back from golf school. An intense 3 days of having my body contorted beyond belief (possibly only Tantric sex would be more convoluted but I know nothing about that topic, merely a suspicion on my part). I am happy to say I discovered that while on the golf course I think about nothing at all, I merely observe. O, there is a robin. O, there is a duck. O, there is a wretched shot. Dang. And all of these thoughts have long minutes happening between them. My brain is so so happy to have been so so blank. A total respite. Not one legal thought. Not one artistic thought. Pure animal. Ouch. I hurt. I am hungry. I am tired. O, there is a wretched shot. Dang. I am cold. Ouch, I hurt and I am cold and I am tired and I am hungry. Dang.
I love travelling and haven't done too much lately and certainly travelling to Niagara is hardly a trek but it was enough (three days without Max was a bit hard on the old umbilical cord for me). I was pleased to find out that the story ended the same--a total heart surge when we pulled up to the house. Home.
Possibly a stew of stuff happening deep inside the old brain coils, possibly not. I will leave that for the weekend to sort out (along with the laundry! Yikes and dang!).
Back from golf school. An intense 3 days of having my body contorted beyond belief (possibly only Tantric sex would be more convoluted but I know nothing about that topic, merely a suspicion on my part). I am happy to say I discovered that while on the golf course I think about nothing at all, I merely observe. O, there is a robin. O, there is a duck. O, there is a wretched shot. Dang. And all of these thoughts have long minutes happening between them. My brain is so so happy to have been so so blank. A total respite. Not one legal thought. Not one artistic thought. Pure animal. Ouch. I hurt. I am hungry. I am tired. O, there is a wretched shot. Dang. I am cold. Ouch, I hurt and I am cold and I am tired and I am hungry. Dang.
I love travelling and haven't done too much lately and certainly travelling to Niagara is hardly a trek but it was enough (three days without Max was a bit hard on the old umbilical cord for me). I was pleased to find out that the story ended the same--a total heart surge when we pulled up to the house. Home.
Possibly a stew of stuff happening deep inside the old brain coils, possibly not. I will leave that for the weekend to sort out (along with the laundry! Yikes and dang!).