Suzy is in the next room with her sister JD and best friend Linda. They’re watching the Oscars. I have to admit that I enjoyed Chris Rock‘s opening monologue, but I left during Beyonce‘s French solo; it sounded more like an Italian deli menu being sung. So instead of watching, I’m listening to the viewer banter.
“Ooh, Tim Robbins… He’s so cute.”
“Look at the bow tie. What’s that, a peace sign?”
I spent a very frustrating 5 hours yesterday rearranging the home office to make it more efficient – less cluttered. I get so tense when I do this, probably because we have all this “stuff” that keeps me from being out in the sun instead. But of course it’s not the stuff that does it – which makes me more tense. Can’t blame the office equipment for ruining my Saturday.
“Counting Crows are still around?”
“His hair used to hang down on his forehead.”
“This song is pretty freakin’ boring.”
So my back has been aching all weekend. Started by work, fueled by tension. It’s times like these that I lapse into hypochondria and just assume I’ll be dead of cancer or a violent heart attack within the year.
“Yeah, I don’t know why, but she gave me the Jennifer Aniston cut.”
“You mean from Friends in 1994?”
“Yeah.”
And it has taken me a few days, but I’ve managed to figure out how to download books to my Palm Pilot, and channels of up-to-the-minute content from Avantgo. This way, there’s never a dull moment. In the cab on the way home Thursday, I had live updates about the ailing Pope, the latest observations from Salon, and a full volume of meditations by Thich Hnat Hahn. And at 2 am I had to get up to do a yoga video because my head was too full, racing.
“Oh, look! Sandra O!”
“Mickey Rooney’s ALIVE?”
“Hey, look at all the empty seats? Where are all the seat fillers?”
“Every day we do things, we are things that have to do with peace. If we are aware of our life…, our way of looking at things, we will know how to make peace right in the moment, we are alive.”
Thich Nhat Hanh
