Thread: Storms in Note

Thread: Storms in Note

We survived storms last night that really were frightening to the people outside and to the cats inside. It would have been spectacular, had I witnessed it. I was other- wise engaged reading and writing online, when the worst of it landed. It set off alarms, and I had to figure out how to turn off the sound. The cats seemed to prefer the safe spot under beds, and they were actually clever in their choice.

I have been out in storms before as a student/commuter before, and in those days,I often would find myself without an umbrella. I would leave it on the train or lose it somewhere. They were always my favorite shades. So, it would leave me dejected.

I was pulling up some news on dignitaries around the world when the storm hit. Then I heard the sound. It seemed to remind me of the moment when the Scottish Clan lords challenged each other to battle, and one eventually won. Of course, I'm being humorous, but I was thinking of the series on television, "Highlander."

Today, it is wonderful and sunny. I prefer either state. I have no objection to nature's whims, but I do believe men and their trite activities are the subject of nature's fury. That theory is obviously unproven, but the timing of certain factors seems to come to play when nature roars her fatal gleaming and thunderous resonance around the world around us.

I stretched my body today and worked on morning household duties today. I did have time to make coffee, of course, but that is not the only reward. Feeling cleansed and purged, and the stretching that frees otherwise stiff limbs, is not a daily gift for many people. I enjoy the luxury of this when I can. I can hear myself and my body breathe as I move about. It feels like you are accomplishing something.

Writing seems to be freeing and engaging as well, but it is not like the act of walking. Da Vinci explored the benefits of walking, I believe, although I think he used sketches of the anatomy and called it alignment and such, referring to the body.
I still want to stretch now, and if it becomes a type of addiction, I would welcome that.

I made breakfast, and I think I was too full to finish it. I can have it later at lunch time. The benefits of having eggs outweighs skipping breakfast. I think skipping eggs (cholesterol) does do damage in the long run. One writer even detailed the deficiency as linked to feelings of depression, sadness, and suicide. When I make it for my friend, his mood improves immediately as well. There is gold in the egg. I like to think of it that way.


I think I might be able to read today. It seems I cannot always read, because a great number of chores seem to surface or other insane details invade that time.
I can't wait to read today. I may skip from book to book at first, but getting centered and focused on the activity itself will keep me away from the useless burning out of human energy, that seems so pervasive in the world today. I feel as if I should ask everyone if they are doubling on ritalin or speed these days. Or, they have never thought they can live lives apart from maintainance of any sort?!

Sigh...

I don't like to be insulting, but even at the home site, these people believe they are day labourers or are in a prison camp of sorts. These people must have had some retarding experiences in life in their past. I also think their bodies believe they are elsewhere.

Imagine that, being a workaholic at home?!

My friend had a visitor the other day who felt and acted like a janitor all day. Then he asked me to function like a maid. I confronted him and told him we were visiting at a friend's house. Why was he so chore - oriented? That really frazzled the poor devil. I couldn't believe he was Italian, as he said. Don't they know how to relax when they visit a friend? Also, the fact that he wanted to order my friend and me around was a sign something was wrong with him.

And, when they are choosing recreation, they expend even more energy. Then when they sit, they are working at employment sites. It must be so confusing to their bodies.

The utter thought of this disgusts me!

I think they don't know the boundaries between work and leisure. They also don't know when to work and when not to. Is this something that can be taught to these people? They are so retarded. I wonder how they function in life. When they visit, they are always hungry, and they eat everything in sight. Then that makes more chores for those they visit.

Anyway, true leisure activities do not get their claim to fame.

Today, I applaud them.