There’s a tote bag in the utility room. Seven wrenches live there, two Philips screwdrivers, an old power supply, $1.77 in loose change, a ziploc bag, and HEY, the circa 2008 mp3 player with half an Yngwie Malmsteen viking metal album on it.
It’s slightly more organized and useful than my morning reflections.
I’d love to tie up a clever Wednesday idea in an astute bow and gift it to you, but today, who knows what you’d open. (I’d put money on something as random as a memorial candle for someone you’d never met. I have one of those on my bookshelf, actually.)
In lieu of concluded logic, I’ll send you the ingredients for today’s ponderings. I invite you to join me in the puzzling.
I watched this, and watched it again. What do you think?
Then I watched this.
I’m not quite sure what to make of it.
I went to the grocery store yesterday. Eggs were expensive. (Although, shoutout to brother James - not as expensive as some have been. A good story is in the works. For now it’s an inside joke.) I’m late to the David Goggins reading party, and am finally a good bit through Can’t Hurt Me. Know what else is expensive?
Weakness.
Another book on the stack is the Iliad. Mighty warriors are introduced, “sons of….of…akpapolispapajonus” …………….
“or something..”
“Skilled in all of the arts of war.”
Skilled in all of the arts of war.
I sit on my chair, sipping coffee, reposting great works not of my own creation.
“I’m not a warrior on the plains of Troy. I don’t need that.”
Or do I?
There’s a “bad” lady in the writing group. She’s probably in her sixties, is calm, studied interpretive dance and meditation…and karate. She could kick my face off.
What are the Arts of War in my arena? Is the sharpening to happen in the boxing room at the gym, another reading of Elements of Style, a martial art learned, logic absorbed?
(I’m guessing the answer is yes.)
See ya Friday!
Josh