I've had a busy couple of weeks with guitar playing, the Alexander Technique session with SBC, getting sick, kicking caffeine (my first abstention in several years, followed by nasty, nasty headaches, and now I seem to be sleeping better), and getting my sitting practice up and running.
After the sitting at CG's this morning in Ballard, I walked to the bus stop and admired the Olympic Mountains looming in the distance and looking massive!
Things I found myself thinking about during the walk:
1. life in dysfunctional rock bands
2. life in the food service industry
3. the night Paul S. ended the argument by blowing a booger onto Bob
When I got home, I felt energetic in spite of three hours of sleep, and I got busy with some urgently needed housecleaning, including finally sorting and filing a pile of papers that had been floating around ever since I moved into my new room. I am now officially completely moved in!
I am now two floors up from all the nastiness and evil in the basement. Now that he's out of range of hearing, sight, and smell, I hardly think about the Birdman at all. Just about everybody has moved out of the basement to get away from him.
And just in time, now that he has the place to himself, he seems to have cleaned up his act somewhat. Most of the reek is gone, and when I saw him in the hallway the other day, he looked like he had actually taken a shower and cleaned the stink off his body.
Does he still babble to himself in his room? I have no idea, but he's probably still nutty as hell. Who knows?
Then a nap, followed by class.
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