AN 8 HOUR MEDITATION WATERFALL & CUBAN CIGARS
Two large spouts drain water right at the entrance of the garage entering my aparment area. In the back the same two spouts drop water in front of the two screened windows that open into my "closet/tool" area where my washing machine is. I also have this very strange window that opens up into what is basically a blocked off space about 3 feet high and 20 feet long. It is great b/c it keeps my water cool during the winter. It also holds a pocket of cool air that keeps my place cool on hot days.
The combination of the 3, with the reverb from the three rooms is like having 3 simultaneous running water fountains coming in all of my windows. The harder it rains the more enveloping the cascade of sound is on my psyche. I am sipping green tea, I finished the Princess Bride and am practicing new songs.
Knowing the money is coming in, the place will be rented and I will leave here with over 15G helps with the serenity. I am packing as much as possible and will send to Karen's so I don't have to mess with excess luggage and weight.
My goal is to have my two guitars be checked at the gate and my carry on be my small Marshall Amp and some/clothes.
My only curse is constant fatigue and an inability to sleep. I hit the gym daily, but the trainer saw my ankle and asked me to take two days off and ice it down. It was getting blue and swollen again. He said he will help me rehab on Monday.
I hate cigarettes. However I did get my hands on a couple of hand rolled Havana Cubans. Inhaling hurts, but the flavor is so unique and soothing. I don't want to end up a smoker, but I must admit, hand rolled Havana Cuban cigars deserve their reputation. They are like cancer that tastes like candy. I call it "cancer-licious." They feel like a sedative and one lasts me 3 days.
I will miss these nearly as much as bidets. I put a squirt gun next to my toilet, but it just wasn't the same. I must have a Bidet. I will leave my Socialistic Cubans behind. well...I may bring a couple. ...gifts, ya,....gifts.
The combination of the 3, with the reverb from the three rooms is like having 3 simultaneous running water fountains coming in all of my windows. The harder it rains the more enveloping the cascade of sound is on my psyche. I am sipping green tea, I finished the Princess Bride and am practicing new songs.
Knowing the money is coming in, the place will be rented and I will leave here with over 15G helps with the serenity. I am packing as much as possible and will send to Karen's so I don't have to mess with excess luggage and weight.
My goal is to have my two guitars be checked at the gate and my carry on be my small Marshall Amp and some/clothes.
My only curse is constant fatigue and an inability to sleep. I hit the gym daily, but the trainer saw my ankle and asked me to take two days off and ice it down. It was getting blue and swollen again. He said he will help me rehab on Monday.
I hate cigarettes. However I did get my hands on a couple of hand rolled Havana Cubans. Inhaling hurts, but the flavor is so unique and soothing. I don't want to end up a smoker, but I must admit, hand rolled Havana Cuban cigars deserve their reputation. They are like cancer that tastes like candy. I call it "cancer-licious." They feel like a sedative and one lasts me 3 days.
I will miss these nearly as much as bidets. I put a squirt gun next to my toilet, but it just wasn't the same. I must have a Bidet. I will leave my Socialistic Cubans behind. well...I may bring a couple. ...gifts, ya,....gifts.
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