Haunted again

I don't know what it is; Could be an old friend who just got in touch, Could be a bit of the winter shut in madness, perhaps a little to much spicy food.

I don't usually go to sleep in the quiet, Just me and my thoughts. As a child I found it easier to fall asleep to some music, or something else. As an adult I'm more a fall asleep to the T.V. kind of person.. Usually a movie or a documentary. I know it's healthier sleep to have it in the stillness. Maybe it's wondering what the various sounds are, either the road outside, or the creaking of the house. Not that I'm scared... Just curious.

But, there I lay in the dark, remembrances of times past, old axes to grind. Many things, many sufferings, which will never be resolved to my satisfaction. Resolute that it came to an end and that that time is passed. Still it races through my mind, like a mouse stealing Cheese from my current life, but not to be seen. Just remnants....

A cup of Tea, some milk, ant-acids and Bang away at my keyboard, There is this woman I'm seeing, she is so desperate for acceptance and affection. Her biggest problem being, that because of her desire for acceptance, she has never "become". What ever it is that we all dig deep into, our inner strength inner core, she tends to try and appease, tries to be interested in what I'm interested in. Always maker her Unwhole, making her yet another Paper finger puppet in life, fighting herself, because she doesn't think she will be accepted....

Is it because of my resurgent cycling, that these thoughts come to my head, that my brain kicks into overdrive with missives(Main Entry: mis·sive Pronunciation: \ˈmi-siv\ Function: noun Etymology: Middle French lettre missive, literally, letter intended to be sent).

Strange thoughts from my innards.. When really, I just want to get to sleep....

Yoga For life

I treated myself to both 20 minutes on the rollers this morning...

Then I intended 40 minutes in the evening... I tried... Need to get out on the open road... But, take it easy, try not to hurt myself...

And..... then I picked up "yoga for Life" which is on some station... one of them new age ones....

Ok the dude who does this... Hella Fit... Big props to him... and that was one agressive workout... Wasn't quite ready for that... have to prep for it next time.

Funny thing was the theme..... PMS, bringing your biochemicals into balance(or some yoga way of saying that)... I'm feeling as though my PMS is non existant though... so I guess it worked. or not..

For those of you who don't know who larry kudlow is.. after Yoga for life is on, it's time for Larry and his economics of Narsicisum.... Yep.. it was a good day... I just can't take larry. he will fuck with my Chi..

how about just a nice healthy day....

nice to see us fight off a down 80.

any idea how bad I just want to lay in bed.... we get up 80 maybe I'll get excited...

Antidote to Hubris?

I typed out this email.... figured it was worth sharing.

My weeks have been ridiculous... I'm only just recovering............... for a brief second I was about to reflect on my life, then I thought better of it. I'm getting back to my regular workouts...

Oops.. guna happen

I keep working on improving my life, and it seems to be happening, except I keep feeling like I'm trying to catch lightning in a bottle... I seem to be able to do it.... and it's mystifying... I feel it's hubris with every breath.

I keep trying to take whatever the antidote to hubris is.... I guess it's modesty... Even then I feel it's false modesty...

Can I help with Brother Richard...

Is there some thing I can do, that would be beneficial?

I'm impressed by this email... so instead of extending it.... I'm going to let it be

Love you
Eric

(Brother Richard is an effort of prose)

Wolverine redux

re·dux adj.
Brought back; returned. Used postpositively.
[Latin : re-, re- + dux, leader; see duke.]

I've found myself epically bored this afternoon. A thought crossed my mind, maybe I can get back some of my former Literary..... Can it be called Literary.... Let me just call it Prose Magic.

Spent a good hour, re-Dialing in my bike. Giving it a good working over, and pulling off left over road grease. Getting it to properly Shift... Strangely when your front de-railouer(sp?) is tight... it tends to work better than when it's loose.... Who Knew.

The rollers, have been nice... I have yet to get a Great session with them, but I'm getting there... The trick is to hit that great pace, that and opening a window in the middle of winter to create a ride able indoor temperature.... it's riding indoors that you realize how much one sweats riding a bike... fortunately with wind it tends to keep you cool.

but I digress.... I'm writing here for all 3 of my audience, of course there are the few stock blog freaks that roll over from that magnificence.... They should find this blog interesting... or not.

Burke is working on "following his bliss"... Just to announce all of that to the world.... One would think that a guy who rides a bike and loves it... is already following it... Unfortunately he is planning on his retirement.... Say it ain't so!!!!.. but alas the only constant in the universe is change....

well, this little Prose is turning into vinets from everyone's life...... Wholly crap!!! ondeepbackground, the blog about the tennis playing athlete with the marginal eating disorder has gone........ Invite only..!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!! Say it Ain't So.......!!!!!! How did they know I was virtually stocking them.... Though... My theory was it was fully anonymous, but apparently there are now invitees..... enablers..... Damn... My life will be even more empty now that it already is, with virtual friends.

Well, as I come into the fitness program, I'm thinking about coming into a broader program, maybe push-ups and pull-ups, Some of that kind of stuff... get my Yogi cousin to help me with my own yoga program.... how would that be for an exercise program I'll never stick too... but it will give me a few cross training options...

Apparently obama won south Carolina....

Yep... Post going no where... some interesting Musings.. hmmm need to work on it....

I could use some pie.....

update

I wrote the phone number down etc.. to return the call

Yep... Sign number 2 of a bad client.... Yappie dogs in the background... Can't even stay quiet when she makes a phone call.

Emergencies

Someone called me and left a message about an "Emergency"... something I've learned over they years, is and "Emergency" for someone, 90% of the time tends to be more a panic attack than anything else. And panic attacks don't seem to be billable, unless your a psychiatrist.

You would think that Somehow I could exploit it for my gain, But the second worse part is people who have these manic attacks tend to be mostly unable or unwilling to pay, once the attack is over.

"$400 My god!!!!, I had no idea it would be so much to show up at my house sort out my issues on a moment's notice on a weekend!!! I won't pay it."

It is honestly barely worth returning the call.

well better nut up and do it.