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Rythmns

Now, I think I’ll go watch some more Sherlock. I hope the woman is a common plot theme. It is too early to tell, but it is engaging. I especially like the face Sherlock makes when the intensity of his desire is almost too much for him to suppress and it comes off as calculated coolness.IMG_5930

I just reread the last part of what I wrote and almost started to cry. I am getting closer to pure authenticity all of the time. That, and the fact that I am trying to not suppress my emotions with food. All kinds of shit is coming up. I was listening to Jimmy Buffet while I sat in the pool smoking cigarettes and drinking ice water and reading my Oprah magazine. Multitasking, I like to call it.

A song came on “When the Coast is Clear“. It made me miss the rhythms of back to school for my girls. From 1992 to just recently, back to school was a build up that ended the summer. I miss those times in my life. I need to reorganize those wonderful memories in a way that makes me relive the joy of the memory rather than the pain of the loss.

All kinds of reminders. I blogged earlier songs from lost loves.

I think I’ll go watch Sherlock, now.

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Small Synchronicity

Spoiler alert. If you plan to watch Sherlock, this gives away some plot and some humour.

In Sherlock, one of the minor plot lines is that he has recently quit smoking, but he still needs the nicotine to focus. The Chinese government recognized this aspect and encouraged smoking to its work force. Sherlock has three large round nicotine patches on his arm and he’s applying pressure to them, likely try to maximize the absorption of the nicotine.IMG_6684

He has asked all of the vendors within a two mile walking radius, to no longer sell him cigarettes. So the option of buying them has been eliminated. In one scene he becomes so desperate he lets a client smoke and then gets close enough to inhale his exhale. It looks quite absurd, but his personality is consistently over the top.

Small synchronicity. I was cleaning up my email and I tried to save an email regarding the ISBN of my new book. The computer was slow. I chose the email and clicked on “save as” and nothing happened. I decided to try to exercise some patience after about the third attempt and decided to re-read the email that was essentially a receipt for my ISBN number, except that they are free in Canada.

Anyway, while reading the email in detail, I found out that I have a legal obligation to submit copies of my work to the national archives. This practice dates back to the 1500s in France where they recognized the importance of having all of the books in one place. This has now been expanded into other mediums, but the synchronicity is not lost.

If my computer had been co-operating, I would’ve filed the email, deleted it and never read it. I am recognizing that if things don’t go swimmingly, I should stop and pay attention, I am supposed to realize something or I’m on the wrong path.

 

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Sam

Fabulous day. A day of leisure, laying on my new floaty mat under a mainly sunny sky. 70 degrees. That’s where I napped today. Got a wee little burn on my face, much to the chagrin on my Aloe family. I apologized and thanked the plant for her branch and then lopped it off.

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Cute story, when my daughter was harvesting aloe and chose the main, largest branch of the plant that was in the kitchen window. The idea is to cut off an inconspicuous or less visually appealing branch. That gives that branch the ultimate praise. To manifest its magic on my burnt face. I thank you for your service.

Perhaps a little over the top. But I do respect my plants. Sam, who fell down THE DAY I returned from Spain, is now healed and looks great. My money plant, which I am trying to entwine the main stems on, is doing well. Last year, it was dying. A toxic friend of mine lived here for a while. She would sit beside my money plant on the same blanket box that Lilly sits on.

She almost killed it. I thought it might be the reduced sun in the winter, but it did quite well this winter, so it was her. There is no doubt they are alive. Why do we assume they have no perception? I love my indoor plants. Outdoor plants, not so much. They are too much work. I only water my indoor plants monthly. Thats enough.

Swam a couple of times. Watched more Sherlock, which I am officially binge watching. I like the premise. He is an expert at perceiving his environment. I like it. He has tried to argue that knowing about gossip, which is every piece of news pretty well, gets in the way of paying attention to what is around you. It certainly simplifies things if all we have to deal with at any given moment is what is in front of us, right then.

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