Carrot Muffin

I am sitting in Brewberry’s, having finished coffee (in a real cup!), a carrot cake muffin (300 calories, conservatively), and a few more pages of The Big Short by Michael Lewis (Moneyball, The Blind Side). I just got it from the library, where I’d been on a waiting list for a couple of weeks. A great if sobering read, especially for me, since my job currently is to set up a computer system for bond traders. I also have been reading Confessions of a Buddhist Atheist by Stephen Batchelor, on Kindle on the iPhone and laptop. Historical Buddha, sans reincarnation.

Meditating Rain

Two hour sit. Raining. First time in a long time. Thunder. Biking. Maybe biking not the best choice this morning. It is Saturday morning. There were only three other mediators at Common Ground. There is a residential retreat this weekend.

Now at the Glacier Cafe. First time. Was thinking this place was a coffee shop. It is a restaurant. Just a few blocks from the meditation center, straight south, across Lake Street, on at triangular block in the odd little area where Minnehaha and Hiawatha cut away at diagonals. The Hub Bike Co-op is right across the street.

Just got text from Madeline. Lately, she and i have been doing the grocery shopping.

When are you coming home?

I don’t know. I am on bike, just got done meditating, am at Glacier Cafe, breakfast, will bus home.

Ok well i guess dont take too long

Smile.

Really what I wanted to say was. . . Well, I should just be happy that she wants to go grocery shopping with me.

Maps on iPhone: current location, drop pin near home, get directions, select “bus,” see schedule. Like– the way it should work.

Ah. Hate that. The bus is a 21D, and only goes as far as Saint Thomas.

Aimless wandering X 20

I was unsure what to do this morning. Stella’s scratching at the door precluded staying in bed. Didn’t feel like the YWCA (exercise), Nina’s (coffee), or Common Ground (meditation). Didn’t want to go directly to work. So opted for Dunn Brothers on Grand.

Today is Dorothea’s and my twentieth anniversary. I should be writing her a letter. A handwritten letter is my default gift to her. ( Seems to work well– birthday, Valentines, …) Might have gotten to it this morning before leaning the house, but I was grinding in a pretty low gear, was a bit behind schedule, and Madeline was up. Anyway, I was easily dissuaded. I biked off.

Maybe when I get to work.