Demons and Daylight

I wrote bizarre little piece about 'my demons' on Saturday, but it was over the top. I might be able to sell it, though...some people lap that stuff up.

Yesterday, I walked 7.6 miles...far beyond what I should...and today I'm paying the price. Wounded lower back, still chafed, wanting to know the appropriate middle ground. But still wishing I could do more of it. Do it more often. Walk instead of drink and eat when I get home from work. I should do it.

Wednesday this week I have jury duty. Thursday afternoon and Friday I go on a board 'retreat' to a board member's lake home about 1.5 hours east of Dallas. I'd rather eat nails. Saturday evening, my wife and I are going to a play. I can't walk myself into a bleeding, chafed, worn-out idiot before the play, that's for sure.

Recently, I decided that dawn and dusk are the times the roof-rats are active in the attic. Not sure whether they leave in the morning and come back in the evening, or vice versa. I wish they would leave, never to return. I don't care whether they leave at daylight or dusk...I just want them gone. Daylight. That's an odd word, isn't it? The word is no doubt older than artificial light...or I think it is. So, why attach 'day' to light? Surely there were no night lights before electricity.

I received an interesting email this morning entitled carrot, egg, coffee. A young woman asked her mother how she could deal with her demons and her bad luck. Her mother used three pans of water to boil a carrot, an egg, and coffee. After 20 minutes, she asked her daughter to tell her about what was in each pan, then explained the point of the exercise: The hard, unbending carrot, when faced with the adversity of boiling water, became soft. The fragile egg, when faced with the adversity of boiling water, became hard and unyielding. The coffee, when faced with the adversity of boiling water, merged with the water to yield a pleasant aroma and a wonderful taste. The mother asked her daughter to explain the lesson. It was as expected: when faced with adversity, are the you sort of person who will yield and be molded by adversity, will you because hard and brittle, or will you make the most of the situation? Not a particularly attractive lesson, but a lesson nonetheless.

My wife, out of the clear blue (and without reading my blog...I know, she never does), showed me an ad from the D/FW Ethical Fellowship, "a non-theist, ethics-centered community of people dedicated to deed before creed." We'll see..."