just a little

Took last week off. Was lazy at first. Then my nephew, Geoff, got the call that the buyers of his house wanted him out a week early. Finished the week in quite a hurry. He did most the work. Now he is living in my house.

You can't catch something with a closed fist. You must open your hand. So life throws things at us and most of us have a closed fist. The closed fist is our mind games, our delusions, our own personal reality. Even those of us who have realized this and worked through it often seem to be closed to the world. The place of freedom they have found being just another mind game.

Geoff brought his two dogs with him. Pit bulls. Big babies. I feel sorry sometimes for the big one. He is just too big to sit with a person the way dogs love to do. Then I wonder if I am just identifying with him. Mind games.

I told Geoff he needed to have a number of irons in the fire. He needs to generate some independent means of income. Something to work with if he finds himself unemployed in a receding economy. Now it seems I may need that too. It is a bit gloomy at work. Corporate is moving work out of the building. I think the average age is rather high. People are left wondering if the business will still be at this location long enough for them to retire.