j031019 (imported)
October 19, 2003
Thanks to everyone who commented on the spud and her travails with the evil Baptists. Makes me wonder if Anthony’s ears have been burning the last couple of days.
Speaking of the spud and religion, a strange little episode of synchronicity happened around here yesterday.
The spud and I were out running errands, and needed to stop at Staples so she could pick up some school stuff and I could get a new toner for the printer. While I was waiting for her to pick out her pens and whatnot, I browsed through the books and got very interested in a book by the Dalai Lama. I’ve wanted to read one (or more) of his books for some time now, but just never got around to buying one. I decided to stop by Books-a-Million since it was just down the stripmall to grab it in paperback version, because it would be cheaper and I have a discount card there so Big Brother can track what books I buy.
The spud never saw me looking at the books in Staples, and didn’t see what I bought in Books-a-Million.
After Books-a-Million, I went to Blockbuster so I could rent Hollywood Homicide for the afternoon’s movie-watching (I ended up dozing off during a goodly chunk of it, so I’m not sure if it was good or not). In the movie, Josh Hartnett is a cop who wants to be an actor, and he is big into Buddhism. As is the Dalai Lama, you know.
The spud waited in the car while I rented the movie, and had no idea what I got.
We went to the flea market to wander around, because I get a kick out of seeing what’s for sale from time to time. I bought one thing (more on that in a minute), as did the spud. Are you ready? Out of the blue, having no idea what I’d been doing at the previous two stores, she decided to shell out three dollars for a set of six little statues of Buddha:
Synchronicity.
Weird, huh?
And yes, because I couldn’t resist, right after she bought them I said, "Boy, oh boy, you better not let Anthony find out you bought some Buddhas. You’ll send him into a prayer-induced coma!"
I only bought one item at the flea market, too, something for the kitties. It cost a dollar, but it’s worth every penny for the humor factor.
Funny balls!
But wait, it gets even better…
That’s right. I bought a bag of "soul-stirring funny balls."
I can’t say that they stir the cats’ souls, but they sure stir mine.
Nothing sucks like wanting to go on a good rigorous hike –
We went on a short little almost-a-mile hike on one of the easier trails (fortunately I was able to break a sweat on that hike by jogging back to the Jeep after we escaped from the Land Trust property) last weekend, so Robyn and the spud could see the Three Caves, and it got my hiking juices flowing. I’m ready to hit some of the more difficult parts of the mountains now.
– and being too damn sore from Friday’s newest torture session weightlifting routine. My God, I didn’t know my hamstrings and quadriceps could hurt so much.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go eat breakfast and whine about the pain.
Man. I want some “soul-stirring” balls!! Woo-ha.
That is really bizarre (the Buddha’s)!! It isn’t something when things like that happen? Do you take it as strange coincidence, or as having a deeper meaning? At any rate, it’s pretty cool. And your cats are probably completely exhausted by now from the funny balls! Do your cats chase light? A flashlight provides our cat (and us!) hours of entertainment. She still hasn’t figured out that she can’t actually catch the spot of light traveling across the floor. She’ll climb walls to try catching it!
Totally off-track, but you’ve got me very interested in geocaching. I’m putting a gps on my x-mas wish list. My hubby loves gagets (what man doesn’t?), so he won’t be hard to convince! So soak your sore muscles, and if you have a nearby health nut store, ask for Arnica Montana…it’s great for muscle soreness and bruising! You pop the small tablets under your tongue a few times a day. I used it for soreness and bruising after sinus surgery 2 weeks ago…I can attest to it!
The Spud said she liked the singing, maybe she could join a choir instead?
Monica,
Being the shallow sort of guy I am, I usually don’t see any deeper meaning in things. To me, it’s just a nifty little set of coincidences. The Dalai Lama book isn’t bad, though, for the record.
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Squirrel,
I’m not sure if they have any choir-only church groups around here. Plus, she doesn’t seem that interested in the singing, it’s just her favorite part of the service. The part she REALLY liked was standing around before and after (she went an hour early and stayed a half-hour late) yakking with her friends.
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I have a couple of those balls around the house, but my dog tries to eat them whenever I try to bounce them for the cats.
Funny balls and Buddhas? Just what the hell is going on down there in Alabama anyways? I thought it was the heart of the Bible Belt?
Those buddahs look like the ones that had colone that my dad used in the 60’s! He had a red and a green one. Can’t remember the name of the stuff, but it stunk!
In addition to being a great step-dad, you are also a great spouse. Lucky spud and Lucky Robyn!
Glamorons?
Damnit, I have those buddhas, only they were $3 APIECE! Fuckin’ rip off!
Fred,
That’s tantricity.