Day 48
Timer on…
So…today, I (almost) gave in, and went to bed early because I was really tired, but…I realized I’ll probably be tired tomorrow, so…I can’t really “double-down” tomorrow…so I soldiered through.
I had thought that I might talk about the Yoga Mudra or the Shatkarma, but…I decided I didn’t feel like looking it up today, so…I’ll have to do it tomorrow…so…I have the right information to type here, so…instead, I’ll have an update about the series: which is…there isn’t anything new, except that I’m still doing half-sies because my back is still not 100% and I sewed a huge drop today for five hours, so…it’s especially tender…
Anyway, I thought I might write about the fact that at the Laundromat on Saturday two movies I watched with my Dad were playing: SPACE COWBOYS with Clint Eastwood, among others and THE BUCKET LIST with Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson… THE BUCKET LIST reminded me of the fact that when I watched it my Dad had said that he thought the idea was stupid because it’s “just giving in…” “why would you want to prepare for death…” I guess he knew that he wouldn't be preparing for it…it would just happen to him, no matter what he would do… SPACE COWBOYS was also a funny viewing experience with my Dad in that he kept talking about how “old guys always do it better…” Watching that film also reminded me of how much Clint Eastwood reminds me of my Dad. My Dad also pretty much loved every film Clint was in… I have seen many of them because my Dad was so impressed with Clint Eastwood’s work.
One of the last films I watched with him had Clint Eastwood in it. I can’t remember the title right now, but…I remember the time because my back was bad and my Dad came into my room to watch it with me, and I was laying on my bed while he sat on a chair next to my bed. He commented about the really loud dogs next door, and I had a moment where I realized that the dogs were, indeed, loud, but…that I had gotten used to them, but…less than an hour in my room proved to my Dad that it was impossible to sleep in my room…it was too loud and annoying.
Anyway, these final laps toward the end of this journey are starting to make me realize that I am getting better because I am able to write these things and not fall apart…this was not the case about a month ago…so…I guess it’s working…
That’s all for today!
Timer on…
So…today, I (almost) gave in, and went to bed early because I was really tired, but…I realized I’ll probably be tired tomorrow, so…I can’t really “double-down” tomorrow…so I soldiered through.
I had thought that I might talk about the Yoga Mudra or the Shatkarma, but…I decided I didn’t feel like looking it up today, so…I’ll have to do it tomorrow…so…I have the right information to type here, so…instead, I’ll have an update about the series: which is…there isn’t anything new, except that I’m still doing half-sies because my back is still not 100% and I sewed a huge drop today for five hours, so…it’s especially tender…
Anyway, I thought I might write about the fact that at the Laundromat on Saturday two movies I watched with my Dad were playing: SPACE COWBOYS with Clint Eastwood, among others and THE BUCKET LIST with Morgan Freeman and Jack Nicholson… THE BUCKET LIST reminded me of the fact that when I watched it my Dad had said that he thought the idea was stupid because it’s “just giving in…” “why would you want to prepare for death…” I guess he knew that he wouldn't be preparing for it…it would just happen to him, no matter what he would do… SPACE COWBOYS was also a funny viewing experience with my Dad in that he kept talking about how “old guys always do it better…” Watching that film also reminded me of how much Clint Eastwood reminds me of my Dad. My Dad also pretty much loved every film Clint was in… I have seen many of them because my Dad was so impressed with Clint Eastwood’s work.
One of the last films I watched with him had Clint Eastwood in it. I can’t remember the title right now, but…I remember the time because my back was bad and my Dad came into my room to watch it with me, and I was laying on my bed while he sat on a chair next to my bed. He commented about the really loud dogs next door, and I had a moment where I realized that the dogs were, indeed, loud, but…that I had gotten used to them, but…less than an hour in my room proved to my Dad that it was impossible to sleep in my room…it was too loud and annoying.
Anyway, these final laps toward the end of this journey are starting to make me realize that I am getting better because I am able to write these things and not fall apart…this was not the case about a month ago…so…I guess it’s working…
That’s all for today!
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