Havingness
D calls it "havingness." That sense of being able to have something nice - comfortable with it, accepting it.
Love, or ease, or whatever brings one pleasure. A pet, a nice pair of slippers, a good suit, it varies.
Our friend Dave* once had a huge havingness deficit. Oh, there was money, but a certain lack of comfort, love, pleasure. K brought a lot into his life, although he still tended to err on the side of Gustavos†. Nonetheless, the net worth of his life increased when he had someone to protect and defend, who protected him as well.
The framed print is the epitome of my havingness. Gracious acceptance of beauty for beauty's sake, in my lovely wee home.
Today looked good on paper, the printed schedule, but I never trust that. Indeed, two rooms finished up before we got past our delayed fuster cluck - which turned out to be not so bad, then an add-on with a Big-Wig who was a chaotic-character. Thankfully, I had P who at least matched his energy, as we removed a huge splinter from his hand before he went out of the country in the morning.
Looking forward to soup.
No stones.
*Any Dave, you know the drill.
†Gustavo used to own Dave's house. The bizarre modifications, from indoor wiring for outdoor lamps, to a concealed closet with Camel cigarette merchandise hidden inside, and plumbing from an alien mind, became a byword among our friends.
Love, or ease, or whatever brings one pleasure. A pet, a nice pair of slippers, a good suit, it varies.
Our friend Dave* once had a huge havingness deficit. Oh, there was money, but a certain lack of comfort, love, pleasure. K brought a lot into his life, although he still tended to err on the side of Gustavos†. Nonetheless, the net worth of his life increased when he had someone to protect and defend, who protected him as well.
The framed print is the epitome of my havingness. Gracious acceptance of beauty for beauty's sake, in my lovely wee home.
Today looked good on paper, the printed schedule, but I never trust that. Indeed, two rooms finished up before we got past our delayed fuster cluck - which turned out to be not so bad, then an add-on with a Big-Wig who was a chaotic-character. Thankfully, I had P who at least matched his energy, as we removed a huge splinter from his hand before he went out of the country in the morning.
Looking forward to soup.
No stones.
*Any Dave, you know the drill.
†Gustavo used to own Dave's house. The bizarre modifications, from indoor wiring for outdoor lamps, to a concealed closet with Camel cigarette merchandise hidden inside, and plumbing from an alien mind, became a byword among our friends.
Posted by Zhoen on Tuesday, December 04, 2012
7 comments:
(O)
Yep, gotta pull out those splinters!
Rou,
It was nearly an inch long, and becoming infected, very deep, with ancillary shards.
"Ancillary shards" caused a chill to run up my spine, and I don't even know what they are. Shiver. Brings back memories of a wooden spike (at least that's how I remember it) that lodged in my hand on the playground one day long, long ago. My mother had to chase me 'round the park and sit on me to pull it out.
Rou,
Poor child.
(o)
(o) just in case you change your mind about the no stones :)
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