Dali Lama moment

My cubicle neighbor Craig did a very convincing version of almost
choking to death today. "Are you all right? Can you talk?" ". . ." How
do you spell Hiemlick?

Some time afterward, I said something to the effect that you never
really do know what is going to happen in a Zen sort of way, to which
he replied "funny you should mention that. I have been interested in
Buddhism lately." and he pulled a book out of his drawer--by the Dali
Lama.

--
David
www.schons.net

Blood. Vomit. Bile. Toe cheese.

Blood. Vomit. Bile. Toe cheese. On The Morning Show this morning, they
played a song because it had the word "mucus" in the lyric. We are on
the same wavelength.

--
David
www.schons.net

49 137

3/5/08

Snot. Boogers. Ear wax. Puss. Mucus. Saliva. Poop. Grease. Plaque.
Bacteria. Eye gunk. Urine. Did I miss anything?

Last Monday was the first time that I entered the age "49" in the
elliptical trainer, and was greeted with a reduction of one off the
maximum heart rate. Not only am I now 49, I am also 137.

--
David
www.schons.net

lunar eclipse

2/20/08

I am sitting on the landing, looking out the window at the eclipsing
moon just above the roofline of my neighbor's house. Pretty neato.
Eclipses are slow, though. The surface is about half covered in shadow
now.

--
David
www.schons.net

3-D moments

2/19/08

Madeline finished driver's ed today. When I went to pick her up at
5:30 at the high school, there were all these disaffected looking
teens milling about, waiting to be picked up, holding green
half-sheets of paper, their tickets to freedom, the certificates
signifying that they could take the written exam.

Before you know it, you're dead.

Liam took out my trombone, brought it up from the basement, and opened
up the case in the middle of the kitchen floor. One of those arresting
3-D moments.

2/17/08

NYTimes picture of Egyptian newlyweds dancing on a bridge over the
Nile River. I like that phrase.

Yet another bit of time melancholia: Jacob Wetterling would be 30. His
disappearance has a direct impact on me today in my concerns about my
children.

Splendid Table as I stopped the car by the front door of my work this
Sunday morning. A "pancake" in Ames, Iowa makes me want to drive there
on 35.

As I walked in the door, one guard was pacing in the lobby, the other
sitting behind the desk, chin in hand, looked asleep, and Lynn Rosetta
Casper's voice filled the air.

She had just gotten done talking to someone about Pyrexes cheese--raw
sheep's milk, timeless ritual of herding sheep to and from the
mountains. Perhaps the pacing guard is waiting for those times to
return.

Six-word memoirs--Not Quite What I was Planning--Smith magazine.

Martha's on Friday to visit with Daba, an Amity from 2001-2002, who
lived half the year at Martha's house. Talking about what she knew and
what has happened since made for a melancholy sense of the passage of
time. A lot has happened.

Steve, the owner of the cafeteria at the Riverbank building where I
work, raised his prices this past week. That's probably the third time
in ten years.

A squib, a squab a day. That is what I am looking for.

--
David
www.schons.net

Comics eating

2/16/08

At Subway on West Seventh behind the Alexandria girl's JV volleyball
team--some of them, anyway and their moms.

2/13/08

Things never are what they once were, I thought as I looked at Liam at
the breakfast table, reading the comics while eating cereal.

Guys, laptops, cellphoned, and coffeeshops. What is in the air?

--
David
www.schons.net

Wow. I totally missed January.

Had a great deal of difficulty remembering what day it was. Couldn't
decide between Tuesday and Wednesday. Tuesday--go directly to work;
Wednesday, school bus. The decider was only one carton of milk in the
frig. The milkman comes on Tuesday.

--
David
www.schons.net