Categories
Dangerous Compassions

smoke

Smoke here is bad. Yesterday we saw the sun was pure red. We’re going out of town to get away from it.

Categories
Dangerous Compassions

cookies, peanuts, murder

Last night I made a new oatmeal cookies recipe. It wasn’t what I had in mind but delicious in its own right. It’s more molasses-y than I really wanted. But they’re very good. I need to keep experimenting. This recipe has a lot of bran in it, so it was put forth as a breakfast… Read More »

Categories
Dangerous Compassions

how the workshop went

Last night we went to the poetry workshop downtown, the same one I went to with my women’s writers group two weeks ago. I wanted to go for the social contact, and maybe to make new friends. I could use a couple more local friends. It didn’t go well. They pick everyone’s poems apart in… Read More »

Categories
Dangerous Compassions

dancing

Well, SAT scoring is over. Last night we watched a movie called The Thin Man. It’s a classic–it’s a mystery. We got it from the library. It’s entertaining. We also watched a super short documentary about Day of the Dead festivals in Oaxaca. It thrilled me. The music was pretty bad (out of tune), but… Read More »

Categories
Dangerous Compassions

karma yoga day as it really was

I got there at 9. Meditation was just getting out. Swami saw me and said good morning. I waved. (It was really important for Swami to see me.) I got gloves on and got a little shovel. Trowel? Yeah. So I worked with P. At first it looked like I was going to be under… Read More »

Categories
Dangerous Compassions

karma yoga day imagined

Yesterday while I was working at the bookstore, Swami came in to return a DVD. He asked if I was coming to karma yoga day, and I couldn’t say no, so now I’m committed to doing yard work tomorrow. I’ll probably work with my good friend P. Karma yoga day is an annual event where… Read More »

Categories
Dangerous Compassions

nothing much

Yesterday I had my first real appointment with my new therapist. She helped me come to some insights about my life, and I enjoyed talking with her for 50 minutes. I think this is going to work out well. (I’ve written about it in detail for functionally ill #4.) Today I’m at the Vedanta bookstore… Read More »

Categories
Dangerous Compassions

food, park, poetry

Yesterday I made cabbage soup for the first time. It has green onions, garlic, half a huge head of cabbage, a large can of ground tomatoes, four bullion cubes, and some basil. I don’t like it, but Erik thinks it’s the best, so he gets to eat it all. Also yesterday I made some egg… Read More »

Categories
Dangerous Compassions

more paintings

I looked at all the Georgia O’Keeffe paintings at this website. Here’s the last one. http://www.museumsyndicate.com/artist.php?artist=10

Categories
Dangerous Compassions

happy Father’s Day

I remembered to call my dad. Today I made “cauliflower not nopalitos” for dinner, and it was quite tasty. Actually, if I were being entirely truthful, I would say it’s “broccoflower not nopalitos,” but cauliflower and broccoflower are pretty much the same thing. But broccoflower’s green. Now I’m lonely, eating White Rabbits to console myself,… Read More »