Yesterday I found the theme for my new book, which is why I'm here with a ramble, because today I begin and so, of course, I have a great deal to say here. I have eleven more minutes until 8:00.
I went to Toastmasters last night and the place was jumping. The speeches were louder than usual and passionate. We concluded that Giants Fever has impacted everyone around. We all feel orange, white and black confetti falling on our heads. Nobody seems to mind the traffic jams caused by so many people trying to get to the parade. It was fun.
As may be obvious, I love my Kindle. I am usually reading many books at one time, and they are spread around the house and now, I pick up my Kindle and the books I'm reading are right there. I choose my mood; my place is kept, and in I go. I have learned though that not every book is available on Kindle. I also use the paper kind.
I quickly realized my beloved Kindle needed a cover. I was worried about my cats stepping on it, so I went on Amazon and found a great one for $10.00. Amazon should record that I have a cover, but instead they have decided that that purchase means I need more covers, one for each outfit I suppose, so this morning I have an email informing me I can have a Kate Spade Kindle cover. I click on a cute one that says HELLO in colorful letters. $85.00
I'm struck by the time I've now spent looking at Kate Spade Kindle covers and I think how many pages I might have read in Jon Krakauer's book, Where Men Win Glory: The Odyssey of Pat Tillman. It's an important read, though so far, I can only handle a few pages, or should I say screen changes, in a row. That's why I read many books at a time. On Kindle, I can quickly hop to a daily poem by Rilke, or my book group's choice this month, Kafka's The Metamorphosis, picked because it is short, or Grisham's The Confession. In paper I'm reading Living this Life Fully, Stories and Teachings by Munindra and The Architecture of Happiness. I like a range.
This arrives in my email box this morning.
Happiness is a how, not a what; a talent, not an object.
- Hermann Hesse
Yes, and so it is to balance on the toes of happiness in a world of distraction.
I set focus and then am reminded of Munindra who didn't bother with dental care. He wanted to honor the aging process, to watch with curiosity, as his teeth fell out one by one. We each have a different response to aging, to how we welcome it or push it back, but again, I think greeting it with joy may be the way to go, so I can smile that Kindles exist and creative Kindle covers, and that our new governor is Jerry Brown. I think he is the man for the job.
"It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood."
And so one more thing: I've been working on my next Toastmasters speech and I decided to put in a version of Row, Row, Row Your Boat that I heard many years ago. I think it was in college. According to Wikipedia, it was sung this way by King Friday VIII on Mr. Roger's Neighborhood.
Propel, propel, propel thy craft,
Exactingly up the solution,
Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically,
Existence is but an illusion.
Or is it? Enjoy!