There’s a silly little Zen koan-sort of story about a local Zen master who was asked by the local townspeople to say some words at the funeral of a respected man. It was the middle of a summer day and he took off his hat before speaking, exposing his bald head. Suddenly he clapped his hands to the top of his head and said “Oh! Hot! Hot!” and walked away.
Today is hot, hot. By 10:30 I’d stripped everything off and still am naked as a jay bird, though the resemblance ends there other than we both walk on two legs. More is coming, it may get hotter yet and like Superman, Up Up and Away goes the electric bill as the AC gets turned on earlier and earlier each day and stays on later and later.
I’m preparing to list 25 different slabs of very nice quality agates and jaspers on eBay for the consideration of all my fellow lapidarists out there in Lapidaryland. My collection is rather staggering, with at least 300 varieties of semiprecious material and reasonably fat quantities of each, and it dawned on me that I might actually pass away (never say die) someday with no one to give all this stuff to, so I might as well wallow in all the money it’s worth. Besides, the price of robots may increase and I may need it.
Who am I kidding? EVERYTHING will increase, do prices ever go down? “Oh, joy, joy, oil went down 1% today” then of course went up 6% but we won’t mention that.
I was going to give everything to a young lady friend, well, younger than me anyway, but she decided to drink more and act friendly less, something like that anyway, so fugg it, I’m gonna take it with me. Rock on.
I was an avid collector of minerals a couple of times in my life and lost my collections both times. When I was at university my parents moved home and chucked them out without asking me. My late missus and I were keen mineral collectors on holiday, then she lent them to her school to show to the children and we never got them back. Life is a bummer sometimes,
I had to learn to stop loaning things entirely. People would act like it’s a permanent loan and get pissed off at me for asking it back. It’s better to say No and let them get mad at me right then and get it over with, or just give them the damn thing. The weird thing is a few times, people have sent me books I didn’t ask for and wasn’t interested in, and then start asking for them back and act all annoyed that I didn’t realize it was only a loan. My religious mother sent me a couple of her fanatic books which I immediately threw away, then months later was asking for the return of her “loan”. She was pretty mad that I tossed them but at least she never sent me any more of that crap.