Fresh snowfall. Still falling at 7:15 am
By noon sunshine melted roads and driveways that had been cleared of the deep stuff. A nor’easter is expected tomorrow night through Tuesday. Hope we don’t lose power.
Grandson I posted two enjoyable brief songs. Wish someone influential would “discover”’ him. I sent the music to sibs, and Sis D responded favorably. That makes me happy.
I’ve been chewing over—worrying?— my new medical report. What can or should I do, about hardening arteries and collapsing lungs? Of course, I’ll call next week if I see nothing posted on the Cardiology website. I haven’t done too much about it today: Still eating candy and sweets, walking later and less, and admittedly too sedentary, all of which I could easily rationalize as result of those conditions. I feel guilty about not taking care of my body, but lazy about making efforts or talking to potential helpers. Do I really just want to be left alone about it? I hope not. That’s a deadly attitude.
“The complaint of the idle that they have not time is, of course, unjustified. Their remedy is simple: they should get and keep busy. But from the very active people whose lives are full and who still do not find life full enough, the complaint against time is reasonable. You live at full speed; every moment is occupied; you have no complaint that life is empty, but only that it is too short. Twenty-four hours to the day with the enforced idleness of sleep is altogether too small an allowance of time for the things one wishes and has the opportunity, but for time, to do. What is the remedy for this happily unhappy state of things? We cannot lengthen time. We already have all of it that there is.”
(my italics)
A.R. Orage, No. 7, Psychological Essays, quoted in Lee van Laer Substack, Journal of Gurdjieff Studies, 2-20-26
on the edge of the garage roof
Later in the day
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