My aching waist is complaining
Desire to spend a life time with you
Is being confined within the four walls
Upkeep of which is slowly throttling my will
The aching heart is no match
For the constant reminder
Of the pain from areas I did not know exist
A clean floor reflects my sweaty face
As I ensure that it does not drop
And ruin a beautiful day
I don’t know what I am talking about
As the sunny day outside
Mocks my darkened face
A little humor maybe
To uplift my sagging spirit
As I contemplate the sun will set
Before I call it a day
Many of us may have a story about duct tape coming to the rescue in a sticky situation. To that I am adding my recent one.
On Monday, May 20, we boarded the plane ready to return home after a week long vacation. The day started early. As the shuttle from the hotel to the airport that we were supposed to take were full, we were forced to take an earlier shuttle. That meant that we had to get up real early and had a long wait at the airport. We boarded on time and settled down for a four hour flight. I dozed off and on but soon realized that the plane was still stuck on the runway and departure time had already come and gone. Curious to know what was the cause of the delay, I started to look around for an answer. Soon I saw the pilot walking near where I was sitting and open an over head bin diagonally across where my seat was. It was a small bin with a small black suitcase. my mind raced through several theories. I overheard the pilot saying to one of the crew member that he can’t take a risk. Soon a ground crew with a yellow vest arrived on the scene and opened the bin. He took out a screw driver and tried to fix something. He gave up after some try, went to the back of the plane ( my seat was on the last row before the toilets) and started talking on the phone. Obviously there was some argument and I heard him saying that he can’t fix it as someone had replaced a screw with a non-standard screw. Sabotage? Soon another crew member took the black carry on out of the bin and moved to the front of the plane and out the door. Another ground crew member arrived soon and things started falling in place. The door of the overhead bin had come loose and the pilot did not want to fly as he was apprehensive that the bin door may open during flight and be a safety hazard. The first ground crew could not fix the door as someone before had replaced the original screw with a larger screw and now the standard screw won’t fit. The second ground crew had a roll of duct tape ( red color for good measure) that both of them applied liberally to ensure that the overhead bin door stay shut during the flight.
You can see the end result on the featured image. No harm done. A small screw delayed our departure by forty five minutes but the flight itself after that was uneventful. I shudder to think of the delay that could have been if we were forced to change plane. Duct tape did save the day.
I can hear the raindrops pattering on the roof
Distant thunders clapping as lightning dances
Childhood dreams of splashing in mud rush through my mind
As the warm bed invites me to indulge my creaky old bones
Woke up in the morning in Iowa City to a thunderstorm, a rarity in California
I am visiting Chicago for a week with my wife and then drive to Iowa City to attend a wedding. Landed in O’Hare Airport late Saturday night and stayed overnight at the airport hotel instead of driving to the city late at night. Rented a car on Sunday morning from the airport and drove to Chicago Botanical Garden. It was a cold, gray day with forecast of rain. It was also Mother’s Day and place was full of visitors. The Botanical Garden is simply fabulous. Colors galore. Will share (or try to share) photos with my next post. My cell phone simply started acting up from the evening and going into a perpetual restart mode. Somehow or other I am keeping it working and hope it survives the trip.
From the Botanical Garden drove noth to North Dune State Preserve by the shore of Lake Michigan. बाद decision. Wind was howling and our bay area attire for cols simply could not stand up to the wind. It was chilly to say the least. Forgot our idea of exploring the shores of Lake Michigan and drove back to our hotel for the night. Evening was damp, windy and it started drizzling. We abandoned the idea od driving to Devon Avenue in search of a good Indian dinner and settled for a local Italian steak house. Best decision of the day.
It’s not death that I fear,
Death will be embraced
When the time is near,
Fear I most is being invalid,
Death, a friend, a true constant,
From the time took my first breath.
This post was in response to an email with an excerpt sent by a friend today morning as follows
I woke up fresh and wide awake and popped open to my bookmark in The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying by Sogyal Rinpoche in Google Books on my phone and soon came upon the following passage that I felt compelled to highlight and annotate… And I feel further compelled to share this with you all.
Looking into death needn’t be frightening or morbid. Why not reflect on death when you are really inspired, relaxed, and comfortable, lying in bed, or on holiday, or listening to music that particularly delights you? Why not reflect on it when you are happy, in good health, confident, and full of well-being? Don’t you notice that there are particular moments when you are naturally moved to introspection? Work with them gently, for these are the moments when you can go through a powerful experience, and your whole worldview can change quickly. These are the moments when former beliefs crumble on their own, and you can find yourself being transformed.