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
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.
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.
I’m at Java Train, Liam at guitar lesson. The other time that I was here, didn’t comprehend this entire other side, where I am now sitting on a comfy couch. Madeline is at her ACT prep class. Dorothea is getting ready for her class.
Finally, I got the post-to-Wordpress-via-email to work. It twasn’t simple. And it still isn’t satisfactory. Funny that. Just after I got it working last night, I remembered the original why: because I like using on the iPhone the program Shapewriter, and Shapewriter doesn’t seem to have a decent copy/paste function. It does allow you to easily email what you have written, however. So I was going down the email path. And, such a kick in the pants– I think I see now how to do it–copy/paste from Shapewriter to WordPress, that is. Even worse–RTFM!!!–I now see the instructions. Humbling all around.
On the bus, heading home, contemplating, future, longer rides, if the
bank moves us to Richfield. I was looking at that this morning. Google
Maps showed me a bus ride of a 53 to a 4 out of Uptown that’d get me
to Meridian Crossings in an hour. So I might become even more of a
mass transit maven.
Sorting through the mail this morning, looking for an unmarked envelop
to do a PIN reset, I came upon the TCFM Newsletter, and found therein
excerpts from members’ blogs. And I just emailed the listed contact
saying that I’d like my blog featured, too.
Then I thought, well, I’d best follow these local Quaker bloggers–
from my own meeting, for Christ’s sake! Going to the Google Reader, I
noted that what I am currently following is the following:
Shower of Blessings
Though of course I haven’t used the Reader in ages. But maybe I will
start again. Here’s the new — all on blogspot:
And also added Slippery Matters for good measure.
I am in the tub, hoping to not get electrocuted. This morning, I sat
for ninety minutes at Common Ground. Finally figured that place out a
bit. Next, surviving the tub, we go to find be washing machine. Whoop!
Leaving the Y yesterday, I commented to Ron and Chuck about the new showerheads in the upstairs locker room. (Ron is the mantenance; Chuck, front desk.)
— When did they go in?
— This weekend.
— Good to know that I noticed. I suppose they are special water- saving?
— Mostly just new because the old were all crudded up. Next, fix the locker room ceiling. After we figure out where the leak is, and then fix the roof.
— Funny. I would just fix the ceiling.
— And fix the ceiling. And fix the ceiling.
At Nina’s this morning skipping the Y. Day off of work and eager to get home soon after everyone is gone. Thinking of getting my bike in the shop today. And thinking of General Nanosystems to ask for help with picking a Kubuntu compatible laptop.
Favorite bumper sticker of the day so far: Wag more, bark less.
Last night our (impromptu) family movie night was “Zombieland.” Liam had rented it from Blockbuster because his sister said it was funny. It was too gross for him, though. He started watching it on the plane and I was looking. Certain scenes, he’d cover the screen so I couldn’t see. Then he put it away. Cute actually.
Today, we get both a financial planning appointment and meet with a tax person. Whoopee.
Bits: Flawed Security Exposes Vital Software to Hackers — SCM in the news — http://nyti.ms/dzqjTh
Interstate 75 stretches from Sault Ste. Marie in the north through Detroit, Toledo, Cincinnati, Atlanta, and Tampa to Fort Lauderdale. And is quite near the hotel where we are staying in Fort Myers.