hello world,
cuckoo log:
meds: none
food: way too much, my daylight fast is only in effect monday-friday
physical activity: minimal
outlook: positive
disjointed thoughts:
1. how does this all go down? i have been watching quite a lot of pbs lately. and some of the most interesting things that i realized is that in modern society, nobody really creates anything with their hands anymore. what a crying shame...
ON THAT NOTE, AND TO CONTRADICT THAT CLAIM:
2. my family and i went to a great space to hang/eat and share yesterday... it's called brooklyn commune, you can check it out at www.brooklyncommune.com. the co-owners are chris and eugenie. i must be transparent, and say... i've known eugenie for approx. 20-25 years... she is a dear old friend of mine. both chris and eugenie are my role models of the day for following through on your passion and realizing, you are the only one holding you back from doing what you really want or need...
at the brooklyn commune, i ate their blt, their pork sandwich, and nibbled on my son's grilled chicken and cheese sandwich. all of their stuff was out of this world. the beverage of the day was their half and half grapefruit drink... it's their 'pink' stuff, not too sweet, not too tart... liquid joy... try their hand made pickles... very unique, very artesanal... we were lucky enough to meet one of the sous chefs from fish tag. we will try it out one of these days.
3. after the brooklyn commune, we stopped by at the park slope food co-op. we got a tour and was really impressed on how a band of neighbors can come together to make such an amazing retail/community/sharing/food-centric space. (http://foodcoop.com/).
4. at church, heard a great sermon on bargains, value, and what is god worth to me. it was super sweet to think of all the bargain hunting that i've done in my life... i must become a reformed bargain hunter. i don't need more stuff in my life, but unfortunately enjoy having stuff. isn't this the push/pull situation that is inevitable?
5. we went to prospect park so my children could ride on their bicycles. they had a lot of fun. but at the end of our stay at prospect park, my son zoomed away and for a few minutes was 'lost'. at no time was i too worried because i know my child... he memorized my cell phone number and lots of random phone numbers... i was confident that he would just use the numbers and knowledge to his benefit... never trust a 7 year old to do what's logical...
as i walked back the path that we used to enter the park, i saw my son with an older man riding back to the entrance. he said, "you broke the rules, you HAVE to ride the path you entered"... unfortunately, the pathway in which we entered was a bit more hilly than the one we took. my 5 year old daughter was leading the charge, and is allergic to work, aka she is not willing to pedal extra hard up hills...
as it turned out, all was fine... my son started to cry in the car... i retorted..., "don't cry... it's not as if we wanted to abandon you"
he replied quite tersely, "you wanted to throw me away because i'm stupid"
let me tell you folks... as brash, boastful, and better anyone acts... there is just a neglected, love starved child inside him or her. just give them a hug and that is the road to a solution.
i, in closing... want to add, all is well... it's a bright sunny day, and the chill in the air in invigorating...
all the best to you and yours,
ymjk
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