I just got in from moving my most favorite piece of furniture I have ever owned into the back of my car, to take it to Smittygirl's place to be sold. I'm feeling a bit melancholy, but not really in a bad way. I would have moved it over there now but it was starting to drizzle and I decided to come back upstairs.
As I sat quietly drinking my second cup of lapsang souchong and listening to the wind blow the pots hanging on the baker's rack into one another like some gustatory wind chime, I thought to myself that perhaps if I spent an hour meditating on the impermanence of all things I might, aided by the weather and a general feeling of satisfaction, achieve enlightenment.
Alas it was not to be. I couldn't get a good sit going, which requires that I get all the music out of my head (also, I'm not likely to achieve enlightenment any time soon anyway). This morning it's Sarah McLachlan's "Angel," which is far far better than what was stuck in my head when I actually rolled out of bed this morning (the Mouseketeer theme song, I don't know why). Thanks to Pandora Internet Radio I can hear this song and lots more just like it, which is what I'm doing now as I sip my tea.
The dog pointed out to me, when I got up from meditating, that perhaps the fact that I microwaved the tea indicates I wasn't really ready for enlightenment this morning. That the dog pointed this out to me means that maybe the lightheadedness that was affecting Smittygirl this morning isn't restricted to her. I don't know.
This is what it looked like outside yesterday. Nice, certainly. It's looked like that for months now, though; even though yesterday was cool and pleasant, the last few months--it feels like forever, really--have been hot and unpleasant.
This is what it looks like outside today. It is cool and wonderful. I'm going to go play on the porch for a bit. A little drizzle, overcast, not really either cool or warm; this is perfect weather as far as I'm concerned.