indeed
I did indeed begin reading the new book as promised. I did not, however, start things off on the right foot with a lovely round of meditation this morning before Norbu's morning began. This was, in part, due to the fact that his morning began unexpectedly early as he stumbled out of his bedroom into my sleeping den with a crash, begging for water. We were sleepy and slow moving after that and I barely got him out the door in time. I just kept drifting in and out of wakefulness, although in the literal sense rather than the metaphorical one.
After he slipped onto the bus I made my way toward caffeine since I neither had coffee nor tea in the new apartment nor the means to prepare them. (I have kidnapped the tea kettle and melitta that I keep in my office to take home, however, so should I be able to find the money to buy a pound of coffee my inability to prepare them will no longer be an issue.) The sky was pink and the weather has been relatively warm and, although tired, I felt very satisified to finally live so close to a bagel shop. You would think that after all these years in New York City that I would have managed to live in close proximity to fresh bagels before, but let me tell you, the difference between a half a block and two avenues is vast in the dawn's early light. Morever, when I lived in West Harlem on the border of Morningside Heights, the wasn't a single bagel shop in the whole neighborhood. New York is a funny place sometimes.
I get almost no phone reception and pick up almost no free lovin' wireless in the new apartment. That's another expense I'll need to add on in the relatively near future unless I begin to find that I really prefer not being able to talk to anyone except by random chance. I can see how that might have some advantages, but I think over the long term that probably isn't sustainable. Some day I'm going to want to work at home from the comfort of my yoga mat and I'm going to need to be wired to do it. Sigh.
I never know how to explain these journalistic entries that are absent of stifled poetic expression to myself. Worse yet, I never know how to end them since it seems that one could prattle on about one's day rather endlessly. I shall, therefore, close this artificially and simply bid you all good day.