Words of Mine ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Maintenance All of life is maintenance. Taking care of things. That's the pleasant part. -=- Armistead Maupin Maintenance I find it interesting that this quote came up today. It�s been in recent years that I�ve given serious thought of self-maintenance. As I child I didn�t have good role models and it wasn�t until after I came to Al-Anon and listening to other members share their stories. Slowly I learned it was important to take care of myself. To remember to eat, get enough sleep, play and have social contact. Anyone of these not done or out of imbalance would throw me out of kilter. That said I still have days when I wake up and I could care less about any of the aforementioned. This morning was one of those mornings. I woke up and was in a depressed mood. I have trouble getting out of bed and would really rather sleep. Of course, I didn�t sleep very well to begin with. I also don�t care about showering, makeup or anything else. I dress, have some breakfast, throw together a lunch and head off to work. The good thing about this is that I get off work earlier than usual. Self-maintenance today takes the form of caring for my cat, Spike, further cleaning of the downstairs� bathroom and prepare a good dinner for myself. Being in the moment of each of these efforts has brought my spirits up and I feel the best I have felt all day. I believe the key point here is to be in the moment. A Case of Brain Fade My dear Michael sent me an e-mail after Monday�s entry reminding that I have stayed at a bed and breakfast. We spent a week and a half at the Double D Bed & Breakfast Cabins in Custer, South Dakota. The Double D is owned by Michael�s brother and sister-in-law, Stoney and Cindy. Duh! But of course, to me it was staying with family and not staying at a business, even though this is their business. They are about an hour�s drive from Sturgis and we stayed with them when we attended the rally in 2000. The cabins are great. They have their own bathrooms with a shower, refrigerator, sink and microwave but hey, go check them out. The cabin you see on the first page looks like the cabin we stayed in. We were very comfortable. I highly recommend taking a vacation to that area and stay at the Double D. 1. Does time pass by too quickly? Sometimes time does move quickly, especially when I�m having fun. Work on the other hand feels like it drags by. 2. Can money buy happiness? No but it sure can be fun. 3. Is freedom of speech a privilege or a right? IMO according to our Declaration of Independence it is a right. The Bag � Chapter Three If you are just checking into this story, go here to be up to speed: Chapter One; Chapter Two. As you noted in the previous chapter, I�ve named my co-traveler Lucy. I like giving her an identity and besides, she looks like a Lucy. All of Lucy�s lunch is back in her L.L. Bean bag exactly as I took it out. One of my idiosyncrasies is an eye for detail. I�d be horrified, if she realized that I or anyone else had gone through her lunch. And with the weirdoes out there who knows what they might add to her edibles. The thought makes my stomach flip just thinking about bodily fluids. Gak, but then, the weirdoes would probably eat the lunch as opposed to defiling it. I was still in a dilemma as to what to do. In all actuality, if it was me, I would call the transit authority. I would tell them what line I was on and that I�d left my lunch bag and by chance had someone turned it in to the lost and found. Yes, that sounded practical; something a Lucy would do. Now to find the conductor, I hadn�t seen or heard him since we left the station. Besides, the train was coming up to my stop. I got up and headed for the door. Hmm, I sat in the next seat and took one of my business cards and penned a short note stating I found her bag and all contents were safe and then I signed my name. The conductor came along calling out the stop. I stood up and handed him Lucy�s bag and described the woman who left it. He said thank you and that he would take it to the office. He thanked me again for turning it in that so many people wouldn�t have done this and just keep what they find. The train door opens, I say goodbye to the conductor and head off to work. I wonder if Lucy will call for her bag and if so, would she give me a call. One of life�s little mysteries and I will just have to practice patience. The End ~~~~~~ mz. em 8:38 p.m. - Wednesday, Jun. 30, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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