19 September 2007

Climate Change

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.

6 comments:

Lucky Bob said...

Weather up here has been fantastic too. It's gotten down into the 50's at night here. Of course it made my nose stop up, but it felt great to pull the comforter up over my legs at night.

Ayzair said...

Aww, did the rocker go away? Poor rocker! I trust you have other mobile furniture, though, right?

The Former Lepidopterist said...

Duh! Of course I found him a replacement rocker! I will make him post pictures. You'll never believe that it actually rocks. The old one was making the most horrible squeaking noise that we could never find the source of, unfortunately. It was very sad...

Smitty said...

Yes, I must clarify, the rocker in question was the old glider rocker I'd inherited from my parents and that had been around since about 1984. I would never dream of parting with it if it was in decent condition, but I hadn't actually sat in the thing in two months because it was squeaking so horribly. I wish I could fix it, but I don't know how. Once the wood itself starts squeaking I think you're done for, right?

The ratty old white chair from the dorm? It's still here, in the bedroom under a pile of clothes. It will go away eventually, I assume, although I suppose we could reupholster it....

skyehigh said...

I love a good cup of Lapsang Souchong, I just wish I had the same view to go with it.

The Former Lepidopterist said...

WE can reupholster it? Who is this "we?"

:)