Cooling My Heels & Paying Through The Nose For The Privilege
Well, here I am in Logan airport, where my 10:30 pm flight to Washington has been pushed back to 12:02 am. In order to while away the hours, and to keep from going stark raving mad with only CSS manuals to keep me occupied (they have LARRY KING on the TV monitors instead of the World Series... go figure), I have paid an extortionate fee for WIFI access. There's not an open bookstore to be found anywhere in this wing of the airport.
This snafu kind of caps a fairly snafuful weekend. My aunts both packed up and left Boston before I even got there. I arrived on Friday afternoon in Boston to find nobody home at the studio in Cambridge. My father never showed up to the birthday dinner for my niece on Saturday night. The dinner we had with my Dad tonight was a painful experience. The whole trip is another lesson in learning to let go of expectations and try to find grace in whatever transpires. I'm still working on that.
It's great to see Odessa looking healthy and happy, with a positive outlook for her future and an expressed desire to give something back to a system that ~ while hardly perfect ~ did provide a safety net for her in an hour of great need. I hope she'll find a way to do that, one way or another. We did a tourist spin at the Aquarium and the iMax theatre, which we both enjoyed. I hadn't been there in at least twenty years, and it seemed in much better repair than I remembered it. It's very cool to get eye-to-eye with the underwater set.
Margo and Calvin extended kind hospitality despite both being overextended with work obligations. The four of us watched the first game of the World Series together on Saturday night, a fun ~ if atypical ~ experience for us all.
I also managed to squeeze in about an hour and half with Joanna in Harvard Square, where we stood on the riverbank clutching coffee cups in the cold drizzle and watching a bit of the Head of the Charles regatta. She explained some technical stuff about rowing. It's a sport that I would never in a million years take up myself, but which I can now appreciate a bit more (from a safe distance). As ever, I was reminded how lucky I am to have wonderful friends.
I took one NIA class and walked to Harvard Square and back. The ankle's a bit sore, but not too bad. I'm hoping and praying that it'll continue to heal, because I really want to start running again.
I'm eating regular food again, trying to moderate my instinct to eat everything in sight at the rapidest possible speed and in the largest possible quantities. It amazes me how incredibly difficult it is to remain mindful about eating. For example, I keep forgetting my intention to not do anything else while I eat (for example, like reading or watching television). I keep forgetting to give thanks before I start stuffing my face. I keep forgetting that I've decided to stop eating when I'm not hungry any more (no matter how tasty the food is) and that I've given myself permission to not eat everything on my plate. You'd think these few rather simple intentions would be easy to follow through on. Apparently not. Years' and years' worth of ingrained habit is pretty hard to break.
The lovely Andrew was going to meet me at the airport at midnight. Since my flight out is NOW scheduled for 12:50 am (it's been pushed back another fifty minutes while I've been writing this!), I'm going to give him a call and tell him to just get a good night's sleep. God knows when we'll actually leave.
This snafu kind of caps a fairly snafuful weekend. My aunts both packed up and left Boston before I even got there. I arrived on Friday afternoon in Boston to find nobody home at the studio in Cambridge. My father never showed up to the birthday dinner for my niece on Saturday night. The dinner we had with my Dad tonight was a painful experience. The whole trip is another lesson in learning to let go of expectations and try to find grace in whatever transpires. I'm still working on that.
It's great to see Odessa looking healthy and happy, with a positive outlook for her future and an expressed desire to give something back to a system that ~ while hardly perfect ~ did provide a safety net for her in an hour of great need. I hope she'll find a way to do that, one way or another. We did a tourist spin at the Aquarium and the iMax theatre, which we both enjoyed. I hadn't been there in at least twenty years, and it seemed in much better repair than I remembered it. It's very cool to get eye-to-eye with the underwater set.
Margo and Calvin extended kind hospitality despite both being overextended with work obligations. The four of us watched the first game of the World Series together on Saturday night, a fun ~ if atypical ~ experience for us all.
I also managed to squeeze in about an hour and half with Joanna in Harvard Square, where we stood on the riverbank clutching coffee cups in the cold drizzle and watching a bit of the Head of the Charles regatta. She explained some technical stuff about rowing. It's a sport that I would never in a million years take up myself, but which I can now appreciate a bit more (from a safe distance). As ever, I was reminded how lucky I am to have wonderful friends.
I took one NIA class and walked to Harvard Square and back. The ankle's a bit sore, but not too bad. I'm hoping and praying that it'll continue to heal, because I really want to start running again.
I'm eating regular food again, trying to moderate my instinct to eat everything in sight at the rapidest possible speed and in the largest possible quantities. It amazes me how incredibly difficult it is to remain mindful about eating. For example, I keep forgetting my intention to not do anything else while I eat (for example, like reading or watching television). I keep forgetting to give thanks before I start stuffing my face. I keep forgetting that I've decided to stop eating when I'm not hungry any more (no matter how tasty the food is) and that I've given myself permission to not eat everything on my plate. You'd think these few rather simple intentions would be easy to follow through on. Apparently not. Years' and years' worth of ingrained habit is pretty hard to break.
The lovely Andrew was going to meet me at the airport at midnight. Since my flight out is NOW scheduled for 12:50 am (it's been pushed back another fifty minutes while I've been writing this!), I'm going to give him a call and tell him to just get a good night's sleep. God knows when we'll actually leave.
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