A Day Off

The time to read is any time: no

apparatus, no appointment of time

and place, is necessary. It is the only

art which can be practised at any hour

of the day or night, whenever the time

and inclination comes, that is your time for

reading; in joy or sorrow, health or illness.

Holbrook Jackson

Many years back hubby and I were walking through the 'village' during its most vibrant times, and on every corner someone was peddling their wares.  I spotted the above mirror and just had to have it.  This is the third apartment it has been hanging in.

Good morning, dear friends.  Today I have decided to take the day off from the center.  Today is fish day, and I don't eat fish. It's nice to make a decision to play hooky and not have to worry about what kind of excuse I am going to use.  I 'must' get to the supermarket to get some food into the house.  It's been three weeks now.  It's nice having a Pathmark by the center, but I only  shop there for a few items here and there.  They are so much more expensive than the little Met food I have used since I moved there. 

Afterwards, I'm going with hubby to get a new rocking chair.  Boy, did we ever get ripped off.  My chair is not even two years old, and you might as well say it has been totally rebuilt by hubby.  It first broke down just after the warranty ran out, of course, and from that time onward, has been breaking at regular intervals.  Poor hubby keeps adding reinforcements, but last night it broke in three different places so it is time to chalk it up as a loss and let it go.  Hubby said it was poorly made to begin with.

 Actually, as nice as it appeared when he brought it home, it was never really what I wanted.  All I had dreamed of was a simple 'grandmother rocker' like the one I loved in childhood.  But, hubby went without me while I was working, and they talked him into this monstrosity on the pretense that bigger is better.  And it was far from comfortable.  The padded seats were hard and the seat was so long that it was impossible to sit up straight in it.  I really do believe it has had a lot to do with some of my back problems.

Not much on the agenda this weekend.  I plan on spending some time reading.  I seem to have fallen behind.  To get the juices started again I purchased  'Seeing in the Dark: Claim Your Own Shamanic Power Now and in the Coming Age' by Colleen Deatsman and Paul Bowersox. Written pre-2012 it speaks of changes to come. It does not dwell on the end of the world and the info found in the book is very pertinent.  Shamanism has always been a passion of mine. The book has rave reviews.  I began reading it last night, but then my chair fell apart, and that was basically the end of my night. I'll let you know more once I get further into the book.  

And with that I wish you all a great weekend.

As a child raised in rural communities with few libraries, I was thrilled when
the bookmobile rolled into my area every other week. With my books strapped
to the back carrier of my bike, I would eagerly pedal a little more than a mile to
where the bookmobile was parked. Happily fortified with new reading selections,
I’d pedal back home, clamor up the makeshift ladder to my tree house, and settle in.
When was the last time you settled in for a mindlessly pleasant read? Why don’t
you do that more often? What’s driving you continually to be productive? Perhaps
some of you, like me, are missing out on the recreational activity that has no
purpose other than to give a needed respite from our task-oriented lives.

Marilyn Meberg