Busy Weeks ... and the mice still coming.

I don't recall when I last wrote ....

Spoke publicly, I think, first weekend in November about difference and the different ways we either integrate difference or try to "disintegrate" those who are. This coming weekend, I'm to speak for 3 hours (well ... speak and discuss) The Elusive Good Relationship ... the problems we people, especially those curious folk who live in the Third Quarter of Life, seem to have maintaining a level of sanity in their relationships. I'll be looking at the Book of Genesis and the Encampments of the Warlords we call the Patriarchs. The Broadway show tune ... "Don't talk of love; show me" doesn't apply. Those relationships had a surplus of neither. And then the Nazarene comes along in Matthew 19 and whacks the Pharisees a couple of times and accuses them of being "hard-hearted" ... maybe "stiff-necked" in the original ... for thinking that divorce might be contemplated. Why is it so often the unmarried who think they know about marriage!? 'Marriage,' he says, 'is forever and divorce is akin to adultery.'

Whoa! The notion of the relatiuonship that 'no man will put asunder'...  though many may put 'us under.'

Maybe, I should be pleased Playing in the Last Quarter ... humankind can be such an annoyance (and we call mice "pests.") Went to a meeting Monday night where a percentage of a professional group was claiming that they weren't necessarily better than those who sought to join them but so significantly different than they that giving these others a vote would feel like ... 'well, it would feel like the one place I have to feel special with those who are like me would have been taken away.'

Nobody in either group (one lady hinted at it) was willing, apparently, to do the obvious comparisons with with racial, ethnic, gender, sexual-orientation groups ... 'Y'know. Y'just hadda be white to wear the Green Jacket and look like Kermit de Frog.'

I am looking forward to going to visit a meditation and breathing expert who has agreed to see if such practices might further limit my cardiac arrhythmias that have (Grusse Got) reduced my times in arrhythmia to less than 10% but I still can't run without going out of cardiac-sinus-rhythm and the exquisite peace of the 'loneliness of long distance running' (the other side, maybe, of a mid-60's film) is something I miss greatly.

Symbolically, I suppose, running away from the crazies!

Keeping count: Only one mouse (poor Mortimer) dead; 5 caught live if a bit frightened of the giant who caught them and set them free with a nod to all the Freedom Fighters who came before them and to Mortimer who gave up his life in his attempt to take back his Homeland (my office!).

Was it Brutus who spoke of his love for Caesar, even if he recognized that he had had to kill him.

(I guess you can tell that I like the mice.)