winding

Saturday: Up around 9 as MB headed out to OCBC for a Deacon's meeting. A lazy morning. Shower. Made some eggs and toast, listening to NPR. Overcast by not raining hard. Guitar. Down basement for morning practices. More guitar. Called a couple of vets but everything was closed on the weekend.

Headed to Kurukulla. All of the mail-inserts had been done, so half my reason for going over evaporated. Said hello to Hln who was making some tea. I found the copper prayer wheel which had been mounted on a spindle. Hln and I talked, and then SDp (from India) came into the kitchen and joined our conversation. Looking at the arcs of the three lives represented there, it was clear to me that often we think we are making decisions with our rational minds, but something else is at work. Took a bit of a drive around, and then home.

MB had a nice time it sounded like, at the meeting, and then during her performance at Third Life. A call from a credit card monitoring agency alerted me to suspicious transactions placed on my debit card. I suspect a fraudulent company, with whom I recently had the misfortune of doing business. MB and I walked over to Assembly Square. No movies that were starting soon that we wanted to see. Walked around Home Depot looking for a "contour gage." Didn't find one. Bought a little drain strainer.

Back home, we made a little repast of bread, cheese, olives, carrots, green peppers, humus and tea. After cleaning up, we watched some of the movie "Roger Dodger." Then more guitar for me (working out the reverse line to my arpeggio piece), and MB upstairs. Talked to my mom about her upcoming sale, and assessing the value of furniture. MB headed off for a night out with her belly dance friends at a club named Baladi. I worked on guitar until about 11 PM, then got down to business with my microfilm winding project. Made good progress, using a rubber wheel attachment for a power drill to spin my old turn table, in conjunction with a ancient tape deck, spooling film from one jury-rigged reel to another. Ate a sandwich. I closed up shop about 1:30 AM. MB returned home not long after. She gave me a report of the club scene, and confirmed that comparing yourself to others is a losing game.

Ophelia passed us by.