I made persimmon cookies today using this recipe. Two notes:
- Under no circumstances should you put raisins in these cookies. I like raisins but that is just silliness.
- Don’t put walnuts in the cookies. Put a single walnut on top.
Found a covid-era bottle of sanitizer. Read the right side of the label.
That feeling when you have some time off work that moves at just the right pace. This morning I woke up and thought, “It’s still only Saturday morning!”
I have a couple of days off work so I’m planning to get some small stuff done. Things that have been neglected during the last several weeks of heat.
This morning I replaced the ignition switch on my 96 F150. Very simple. It’s been sticking for a while; now it turns like a corrupt politician.
I also picked up some work shirts at Goodwill. Why does anyone buy new when you can get like new for $6?
My fun project will be to install Linux Mint on my laptop. I used Ubuntu many years ago. Don’t recall why I stopped. But I thought about it again this week when @johnbrady mentioned using Linux.
My palm, my eye, the light
serendipitously aligned
and, in a flash, palmistry
made all the sense in the world.
Acting within the ecosystem of the self
I learned two actionable models of the self from Gordon White, which he learned in turn from others: The soul incarnates into three bodies, i.e., the physical, emotional, and spiritual/mental bodies. The center of the physical body is the gut. The center of the emotional body is the heart. The center of the mental body is the head. I prefer the ambiguity of “gut” and “head” because specifying “stomach” and “brain” invites materialism.
Sometimes you’re so excited that it’s persimmon season in Lawrence County you eat persimmon pudding for breakfast.
We are now the proud owners of two burial plots in our town’s historic cemetery. Through a series of events, we actually got them for free. The cemetery holds some of my favorite examples of limestone carving. It was definitely the place we wanted to go. Bonus: the Owenses are there.
Receptive, my heart became, to every form.
A meadow for gazelles, and a cloister for the monks,
A house for the idols, and the pilgrim’s Ka’aba,
The tablets of the Torah, pages of the Qur’an.
My religion is love’s own and wheresoever turn
Her caravan, that love is my religion and my faith.
A word in favor of sticking
Marco Ament recently wrote something I have thought so many times over the years: If I learn today that my neighbors have political views that my “side” considers unacceptable and unforgivable, should I be able to have dinner at their house, shovel their snow, or even greet them outside? … Maybe we were better off before we knew everyone’s hot takes on everything It also reminds me of this passage from Wendell Berry’s The Need to Be Whole.