Sunday 4:45 p.m.
It was a beautiful winter's day. Ice on the pond in Inverleith Park. I meditated in the hut and it was not cold. Then I ripped up the remains of the sweet peas and cut down all the raspberry stalks, and set them on fire with some newspapers. A robin redbreast hopped about. I would have done some digging, but the ground is frozen.
I drank lots of expensive wheatbeers last night, but feel fine today. I've given up being a nicotine addict again. I feel that at last I have recovered from missing a day's meditating on Thursday and carousing for far too long down at Portobello.
Before I forget again, the sensei and reverend has got a book deal for his zen book. I hope it gets translated into thirty languages and makes him a rich basturn. I followed a link from his blog today to a joe in the final stages of the black spot. He's eleven years younger than me. I'm feeling happy just now and not complaining about anything.
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Have a very Merry Christmas!
~xo
Lee Ann
Same to you, Lee Ann! Hotboy
Good luck on giving up your addiction. I understand it is most difficult.
Does burning raspberries make them go away? Dreadful things.
Marie Rex: Somebody said you had to cut the raspberries to ground level. It did make a good fire! Hotboy p.s. Never heard of anyone not liking raspberries. Are you allowed to eat them?
felices fiestas chicocaliente!lovea
mdpeacexxx
p.s.somesay fagan was o´feodighand oesn´ts oundto o jewishb uty ou never know
Anon: What's the point of Spain in the middle of winter anyway? I was there once in December. Bloody Baltic! Apart from the wonderful everything else ... I mean ... I just love Spain. Great place. You're so lucky to be able to live abroad and not starve to death. I'd just give up. Take me back to hospital, please. Hotboy
I used to pick raspberries every summer to raise money for school clothes. I was good at it because I don't like them.
I could eat them, but would rather not.
Marie Rex: I'm so so with the taste of raspberries, but since they grow in the allotment I have to eat hundreds and hundreds of them or they'd just go to waste. Hotboy
Raspberry jam gives me the pip.
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