9-20-08 I had to be in O'boro by 8am this morning so that meant waking up to a 5:50 AM alarm...ugh! It takes me like 20 minutes to set my alarm clock because it's insanely complicated with options and I only mess with it about twice a year. After finally feeling like I could relax that it was done correctly last night, I went to sleep. Sometime near midnight, I hear it beeping, louder and louder. ARGH...don't you know I HAVE to get a good night's sleep so I can cope with the chaos that will ensue tomorrow morning???!!!! I hit every button I can reach while straddling over Grace who is asleep next to me. Nothing works. I finally realize, it's not my alarm clock after all, it's Isaac's alarm clock upstairs. WHY THAT LITTLE...boy scout, out in the woods hundreds of miles from home. URRRR! I race up the stairs and unplug both of his blasted clocks just to be sure I get the right one. If I could have gotten the window open, they might have taken flight. I get back to bed, but never really back to sleep since I know I've screwed up my alarm now and I cannot oversleep!!
When morning came, Grace and I got ready and headed across the bridge. I just kept focusing on the mantra, "Caching after the walk, caching after the walk". Caching is seriously such a stress reliever and source of fun for me. It's outdoors, it's exciting...I just really enjoy it. Well, Grace and I compromised, I'd take her to the mall (her favorite place in the world) and she'd cache in O'boro with me. We ended up finding five caches, one of which was a new type for us. (Big Bugs GC1EJYA) It was awesome! I got home to log them and then down came the rain!
I had an e-mail message waiting that some jerk found GeoGazebo, our cache that was moved during the hurricane-like wind storm last week, and apparently put porn-like drawings and references all over it. How ignorant, how freakin sickening! (Jim Morrison, right again. People are strange. FYI "T", people still put their trash outside their door and wonder why the world is such a mess. How do you change that? I am so tired of fighting, so tired of trying. Social work, yeah, right.)
I better get back to counting my blessings because if I don't, I'll be awful sour about the world.
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The goal here is freedom to move toward that which fulfills. Purifying ourselves of unhealthy attachments is a positive love mater: the pursuance of the Beloved in everything - eating, drinking, resting, working. Hopfully we will reach a point where we delight in working and resting, speaking and being silent, seeing and hearing, suffering and rejoicing, failing and succeeding, living and dying. All is to be directed to the Origin and Destiny of all.
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