A Good Mood
Monday. It's now afternoon, breakfast at the usual place before packing and shipping the broken camera and lens to Nikon, lunch then with some of the usual crew in downtown Oakland, the attitude good, the mind sharp. Maybe a bit too sharp, with sharpness comes a reduced ability on my part to put up with waiting in lines. The line at the post office this morning, for example, the guy who filled out every possible form used in the postal system when he reached the window, all of us behind him waiting, watching and waiting, he still filling out his forms when we made it through the one other open window some twenty minutes later. OK, it was only fifteen minutes later, but you get the idea.
Good training, though. My Zen lesson for the day. It forces me to go through a little conversation, gets my head above this oh so narrow horizon, reminds me I'm the one in charge, I'm the only one who can change the situation. Chill. And I chill.
And that's it?
Well, the mood really does seem pretty good. The camera gone, a book for my sister packaged and ready to ship (her address, as it happens, on my computer in the shop), Adobe now working after waiting on the phone for twenty minutes for India to come online. How could I not be in a good mood?
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