Rabbits and Hares
The first thing I heard anybody say this morning was "rabbits and hares". Next I heard it said that if one says first upon waking on the first of the month the phrase "rabbits and hares", it will be an auspicious and lucky month.
I had been laying quietly for some time with my eyes opening only occasionally. For the most part, I'd stayed still with my eyes closed and my consciosness not very far from the pre-waking dream state. Now I had opened my eyes and begun to focus consciously on the words being said as well as the kind eyes of the individual saying the words.
Again I closed my eyes but retained my waking conciousness. I said "rabbits and hares". And then I opened my eyes again and looked once more at those eyes.
Sunday I leave New Hampshire and travel by way of Denver and Salt Lake City so that I may arrive at Sun Valley in Idaho. I am going there to explore the activity of adaptive cross country skiing. I am going there to spend time with recognised disabled athletes and to experience the milieu, the physical and social setting, of adaptive recreation amongst leaders in the field.
And plus it's gonna be in a very cold and very beautiful place. And it's gonna be fun. And auspicious. And I'm lucky to have this opportunity.
I had been laying quietly for some time with my eyes opening only occasionally. For the most part, I'd stayed still with my eyes closed and my consciosness not very far from the pre-waking dream state. Now I had opened my eyes and begun to focus consciously on the words being said as well as the kind eyes of the individual saying the words.
Again I closed my eyes but retained my waking conciousness. I said "rabbits and hares". And then I opened my eyes again and looked once more at those eyes.
Sunday I leave New Hampshire and travel by way of Denver and Salt Lake City so that I may arrive at Sun Valley in Idaho. I am going there to explore the activity of adaptive cross country skiing. I am going there to spend time with recognised disabled athletes and to experience the milieu, the physical and social setting, of adaptive recreation amongst leaders in the field.
And plus it's gonna be in a very cold and very beautiful place. And it's gonna be fun. And auspicious. And I'm lucky to have this opportunity.
posted by Sean at 9:10 PM
6 Comments:
My right brow droops ever so slightly down on my lashes. It may mean nothing other than physical configuration coupled with tenure and duration. However, it may mean that the right side of my brain (left to you on-lookers) is so burdened, that it must heave-ho.
Whichever, it's curious to look at and the wonder what it will look like when I'm beyond my mid-life.
Otherwise, it looks like slim pickings here on the hiddensomewhere blog. Gone again? Don't think you're forgotten. Besides, your absence leaves your victimhood wide open for victimizing (or victimiSing, as you pseudoexpats like to type).
It being all about me, allow me to speak of myself. I made a pizza tonight that bordered on a calzone. No, no, not in proximity to, but in likeness. The setting was a 14" cast iron skillet; the time, was 40 minutes. I made a nice hunk of dough, enough to stretch and cover and gather over the top to adorn a slice of tomato with a garlic stuffed colossal green olive perched in wait. Heat came and now it's done for the eating.
My other said it looks like a sphincter, all gathered and poised. However, whatever, it's about to be eaten.
Cheerios,
Anonymous
Evidently Sane One Ill doesn't want any raw comments on his career blog.
Oh well, whiskey (whisky to you Canadians) tastes the same either way.
Cheerios,
A
Snafu, tofu; I posted a bunch-o-shit on your state of being. Now where the hell has it gone? Went missing, obviously.
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Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Rabbits and Hares":
Evidently Sane One Ill doesn't want any raw comments on his career blog.
Oh well, whiskey (whisky to you Canadians) tastes the same either way.
Cheerios,
A
Anonymous has left a new comment on your post "Rabbits and Hares":
My right brow droops ever so slightly down on my lashes. It may mean nothing other than physical configuration coupled with tenure and duration. However, it may mean that the right side of my brain (left to you on-lookers) is so burdened, that it must heave-ho.
Whichever, it's curious to look at and the wonder what it will look like when I'm beyond my mid-life.
Otherwise, it looks like slim pickings here on the hiddensomewhere blog. Gone again? Don't think you're forgotten. Besides, your absence leaves your victimhood wide open for victimizing (or victimiSing, as you pseudoexpats like to type).
It being all about me, allow me to speak of myself. I made a pizza tonight that bordered on a calzone. No, no, not in proximity to, but in likeness. The setting was a 14" cast iron skillet; the time, was 40 minutes. I made a nice hunk of dough, enough to stretch and cover and gather over the top to adorn a slice of tomato with a garlic stuffed colossal green olive perched in wait. Heat came and now it's done for the eating.
My other said it looks like a sphincter, all gathered and poised. However, whatever, it's about to be eaten.
Cheerios,
Anonymous
Yo everybody who reads this blog
yes, the blogger got all uptight and changed the blog comment status so that spam would not get in
but now somehow proper good commentary gets left off also
sorry for shortsheeting myself
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