I am back on the "remarkable" with the pen for the moment. It's become more natural to write nightly this way than typing. I can't fully explain that beyond my age and experience before technology became a default. I have fond memories of sitting on the patio of the Loma Vista house with an iced tea and a pad of paper and a pen. That has come back around and it's bringing out a new level ot engagement in how my thoughts flow. maybe its as simple as the emotional connection to my handwritten words. Anyway, today was a good day. Low key but still with its own mini drama's and successes. I reached out to or insurance agent about the Mini Cooper tires and got some good advice on how to proceed depending on the outcome of the tire replacement and findings. Sadly and IMHO completely unjustly, damage from a pothole is considered the drivers fault. So would having veered into the snowbank on the right or into oncoming traffic on the left in order to avoidthe pothole, had we even seen it coming. That is fucked up and makes me really despise insurance being legally required. What a con. In other news there was a reorganization at Cane2 that I had been told about in advance. Some at what I was told was not what happened. In the end I believe there is a lot more behind this than the way its been presented. It looks like a controlled change being rolled out in a coordinated manner for optics and "spin", but I strongly suspect, based on 12 years of experience, that there was a board decision behind it all that was not initiated by the founders. At this point I don't care. I have learned in the past 3 months that my life and my identity are in no way connected to how I have made a living up to now. Tommy used the BMW today while leaving his Tesla to charge and he had issues getting it to start at lunch. He got it jump started and so far its fine but I'll need to check at in the morning. Jen and I took food and wine to my mom's for dinner. I did not drink or eat the cookies and felt good having that self control. It was a nice visit and its something I want to strive for weekly. Tomorrow I head to a four-day meditation retreat in Los Altos through Big Heart City in S. F. Its a silent retreat and I hope to spend a good deal of time being present, in the moment, and mindful. I will likely be writing a lot, too. We'll see what makes it off the page and onto the internet. Back Sunday night.
