It has been a very hard week on me.  My foot still hurts, enough to drag all the energy out of me in each and every trip to town to where I have to collapse for an hour or more when I get home.  But I’m still getting everything done that I need to get done.  The hardest thing is getting groceries home — usually someone has abandoned a Walmart grocery cart at the bus stop at the bottom of the hill, which means I don’t have to CARRY my bags 0.7 miles up a 5% grade.  This last time I was leaning so hard on the cart that I was amazed I made it.  I leave the cart outside my building, and they do tend to go away so I hope someone returns them to Walmart.

I got a knock on my door.  A lady in an Eastern European accent told me she was the new property manager, and here was my key to the dumpster.  They had gotten concerned that people driving down the road were using our dumpster.  That’s just bizarre, the dumpster is rarely even close to full and it gets picked up every week anyhow.  It serves 12 apartments, and the dumpster at my last apartment was half the size and served 34 apartments.  Plus, wouldn’t you rather not see garbage on the road???  This is just too weird.  Maybe I should make copies of the key and leave them in one of those magnetic boxes under the dumpster…

Things are going well with my new girlfriend, other than the fact that she’s too far away.  Haven’t had a new girlfriend since last May, and that one was a one-week disaster.

I completed my article, “Hinduism In Brief”.  I published it to My Writings on my website and it should be published soon at Occult Underground, which is who I wrote it for initially.  They had a very sketchy article showing typical Western misunderstanding of Hinduism, and when I brought it to their attention, they asked me to write a new one.  I tried to get help with this, and failed; I even presented the finished article to my friends who might be more learned on the subject, and got no response.  Either they think I’m crazy, or I did a good job (or both, LOL).

Ah well, I’ll talk more later.

Hugs,
Moss