Day Diary – September 17, 2018
The children in my house need to make better choices.
Just because you didn’t cause a problem doesn’t mean you can’t do something to fix it.
Starting a non-profit is running a business, so are you ready for taxes, accounting, employees, grant writing? No.
I have to think about the 19th century. Walt Whitman awaits.
Brain-dead, overtired, I feel a need for food that borders on survival-level urgency.
I haven’t felt this out of it in quite some time. A bit scary.
My hunch that my good friend skipped my big event of the year was correct, sadly.
I talked this same friend down from a level of stress that had him almost in tears.
His major project needs rethinking.
You don’t necessarily want to run a business even though what it does is good.
Building two bridges: the humanities bridge and the bridge out of intergenerational poverty.
All this before noon.
Two hours of Chuang Tzu and Daoism, trying to make conclusions about something that resists them.
Using language to talk about the unspeakable.
Walking home to get the car to get the kids. The gift of easy transport.
Chatted with wife about my friend’s problem. He’s in over his head.
A split stakeout – one parent at either entrance.
Kids acquired.
It’s 3:10 p.m.
Time for a quick nap.
Mowed lawn, cut big weeds, yard cleanup.
Showered and thought about how to help my friend with the big problem. Had an idea that might help.
Helped youngest child get a Spotify account.
Children departed for rehearsal.
Wife left for a class.
Brother called asking if I want to see Yayoi Kusama’s Infinity Rooms in Atlanta in December.
Yes, but too expensive for 20-30 seconds per room.
Answered emails.
Corrected a grade.
It’s 6:26 p.m.
I have the house alone. Time for some guitar playing. I love this alone time when I can be a bit loud and free.
And now for some cello practice. I’ve recently joined an over-50 beginner’s orchestra. Why not?
Started a pizza for dinner after the Thai restaurant wouldn’t answer its phone.
Time for some painting.
Watched the first episode of a new show called “Forever”.
Picked the kids up from rehearsal
Headed downtown to the Fickle Peach to talk my friend off a cliff.
I had an epiphany while cleaning up after yardwork about how to save his idea and restore his sanity.
He loved it.
The day ended with a quick good night to my kids followed by these notes.
It’s 10:30 p.m.