Thursday. A good night's sleep in that I slept in an hour or so later than usual, off to breakfast, a run by Safeway to keep Ms. Emmy inside her skin, back home now under what has become the usual morning overcast for this last week. I have to admit the attitude is good for the while; sometimes I wonder how much of it is driven by some sort of chemical balance or imbalance, life a matter of hormones, vitamins and a bunch of other stuff they have yet to identify. But I'm not complaining: as long as the chemicals are happy, evidently I'm happy, so let's get on with tit.
Oh, my talking about getting out of town for a couple of months yesterday to see how that might change my aching sinus head thing. How many times have I said that to no effect? I apologize. Just running on as usual in one of my time honed ruts, pay no attention. The mind goes numb, the day grows long, yet still I write the same things, over and over. It's been going on so long now it almost seems right.
Later. A little different approach, just the quarter turn of a screw really, a ride on a bus downtown not sure where I wanted to go, many options presenting themselves, a walk farther on down to Jack London Square where I had a cup of coffee and a raspberry something or other that I didn't really need, a walk over to the Cost Plus World Market thinking I haven't been there in a while, what is it that they sell again, then a walk across the street to check out Bed, Bath and Beyond that's been sending me all these damned discount cards. I've never been to one (that I can recall) and discovered they were selling tea lights (one hundred for six dollars), which I will return to buy, and complete bed sets (and skip using Macy's online maybe). Then a walk and a bus back home. Pretty exciting, don't you think?
What was so different about my approach, this slight “turn of the screw” business? Just keeping the head empty and the nose going wherever the nose ended up going, no decisions before hand. I suspect if I do this again I'm going to end up very far afield and bitch less about it here. Or more about it here, you never know. Zen walking, the lightweight American version, here in Oakland.