Sorry for the hiatus, the poetry jam was very cool, thanks for that. Aside from taking a breather from daily blogging, I am in pre-travel funk. We are going to the US for 4 days for a wedding. All four of us. I am trying to avoid having nightmares about being locked in a canister with HUNDREDS of other people for twelve hours... three of whom are the two punks and MM. How is it that I find myself attached myself to these neurotic people? Think happy thoughts. Inner growth comes from outer turmoil. Sometimes you eat the bear, sometimes the bear eats you. Insert your favorite eastern/western line of bs here.
Basically I'm alternating between this
That's it! I should do both. Kick some ass, AND meditate. By kick some ass, I mean my own on my rowing machine.
I'm actually looking forward to the trip. My brother is getting married to a fantastic woman (and she's not Italian) and it will be Punkone's first time back in two years. I'm interested in his reaction. When I went with Punkette last year, after about 20 min of waiting in line at customs she asked me "but, do they speak English here?" I think they've forgotten that there is a whole society that speaks English. It's not just some bizzaro habit of their mother. She is bizzaro in many ways, so I can see how they might arrive at that conclusion.
The plan is 1. Eat an American Breakfast, 2. Soak up some vitamin D (it's in AZ), 3. Buy some summer clothes for the punks at Target, 4. Indian heritage or US largest Firetruck museum, 5. Rehearsal, BBQ and country line dancing. 6. Wedding prep and wedding. And relax, have fun, and not go crazy doing it.
So, chant on whatever works for you and send those vibes my way... hopefully I'll see you in a week.