Sunday, February 16, 2003

I caught up on one of my favorite bloggers today, in between slopping refinishing glop and scraping today, Real Live Preacher. He did a piece a few days back on a man stopping to watch a funeral procession go by, titled The World Should Stop. Thinking of the delicious quiet of the restaurant in the ice storm, and the night a packed house cheered when an electrical storm knocked the power out, and RLP's blog, it reminded me of how much we forget about living when we forget our mortality. I think we experience the power of life most fully when we also fully embrace our frailty. It is less difficult than I thought it might be separating out Syzygy from me. With tonight's paucity, I may be late with my February house payment, even though I just deposited $4,000 from the Zoo today in the Syzygy account. Why can I delay gratification in all things related to business, ask for the million dollar gift, schedule and work projects successfully, do all the hard things there that I don't choose to do in real life? Mysterious. I got a huge splinter in my thumb today, one that looked like a scaled down basilisk tooth once I got it out, and possibly as poisonous, covered as it was in paint and stripping goo. It makes sense physiologically why finger wounds hurt so badly, with all the nerves there, but still. Ouch. I could have a nail sticking out of my skull and I can't imagine it hurting as much. 1:08:26 AM