Monday: Milarepa Center, Barnet VT. Up at 5. Stretching. Slept very well in the tent last night. Foggy morning. Down to the main house. Shower. PB on toast, and tea.
Session 1. 6 - 8 AM. After prelim, the long version, coming in right on time.
Breakfast. Some fuzz was discovered on a bagel. Did some bathroom cleaning, sweeping the floor of the shower room. Sat duplicating cassette tapes, enjoying the hum of the machine.
Session 2. 10 - Noon. Experimenting with how much to engage. I helped distribute goodies. Fetched plates for cut up melon. Afterwards, a little juice was spilled.
Noon. Packing. Some photos. Took down my tent (still wet from the rain and fog). Goodbyes. Lunch, hanging with Wnd and a Sanga member. H locked his keys in the trunk of his car, so, a little extra time. Up to my, now empty, room, for quiet time. Departed at 1:45 PM.
Enjoyable conversation with Al and H while driving very fast down 91. Dozing. Listening to a recorded class on H's MP3 player (70 topics). Traffic was not bad. Dropped Al off at his house (next to KKC) after a funny conversation between him and H about paying for gas. Stopped in at KKC for a brief moment, that turned into an hour. Tea with Geshela, Damchoe Hln and H. They asked questions, I mostly kept quiet, not wanting to tax our teacher. H had an interesting comment about this afterwards.
6:15, H gives me a ride home. Unload. Transplanted morning practices. Unpacking. Sponged some mud off the tent, and hung out to dry in the basement.
8:15 MB returns from teaching a BD class. She changes into her civilian attire, and we walk out and about. An 8th grader hustled me out of $5 for a ticket to her graduation event. The restaurant we were thinking of going to was closed. Headed to Union Sq. BD Talk. Decided on Indian food. MB saw the woman from whom she rents the space where she gives BD lessons. And the waiter actually took one of her classes. She is becoming a figure of note in Union Square. Good food. Walked back home, up and over Walnut Street. Talked a little about my current ideas about how the mind incorrectly associates unrelated stimuli.
10:20 Back home. Listened to phone messages, one from the friendly guy to whom I permanently lent my father's lathe. Email. Setup the tape transfer of the recordings of the weekend's classes. Soon bed. Laughing about the poor 'ad copy' on the back of the hand lotion bottle. The history of our nation's descent into idiocy is both documented in, and precipitated by, the output of the mass media advertising industry.
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