It turns out I confused the draft quite badly.
What I thought was going to be a Sunday draft is actually a saturday draft right in the middle of a slate of kid games. So that happened. Or is happening. I am not sure how to deal with that. There doesn’t seem to be a buddhist meditation to help figure that kind of stuff out. Actually, the meditations remind me not to care so much, because such things do not actually matter.
I agree.
I’m still gonna play though. The shorter discourse on the destruction of craving suggests that nothing is worth adhering to. Still, I live in a world and personal existence of craving therefore, in an anti-buddhist way, I cling to a great many things.
Too many, in truth.
Some Thoughts:
- Just saw an Amazon commercial where a family used a bit of costuming to make their dog resemble a lion and placed said lion in front of their infant child. It was supposed to be moving. I was moved to consider this the beginning of PTSD.
- I am reminded that Zombie flicks tend to focus on stereotypes–usually outcasts–and slam them together with people who are usually the ‘insider set’ and make the outcasts the powerful ones. It is a delightful story form.
- Someone born the year I graduated high school would be well into their twenties…
- Somedays are so bad that you hardly get time to talk to the ones you love…