Thursday, October 6, 2016
Au Revoir, Ragwort
I finally cut down our ragwort last night. I took these pictures on Sept. 24, when it was already looking brown and autumnal, but it had become even browner since then. There weren't many flowers left. To everything (turn, turn, turn) there is a season (turn, turn, turn).
Dave and I were back at school yesterday, but there were no students -- it was a professional development day. I took a workshop on mindfulness, which was kind of fun, and then worked in the library on book weeding. (A never-ending process!)
We came home to meet with Lucy, the woman we've asked to watch Olga during our upcoming travels to Copenhagen and Florida. She's a friend of a friend at school and she seems nice and reliable. Olga took to her right away and curled up against her leg for ear-scratching. (Lucy was wearing black and I winced, thinking of all those little white Olga hairs getting on her clothes, but like any good dog-sitter she apparently didn't give it a second thought.)
Then I raced down to West Kensington to meet a friend and his wife for dinner -- a guy named Chuck I used to practice Zen with in New York. We attended the same Zendo but I haven't seen him since I moved. In fact, I'm pretty sure he's the first person from the Zendo I've seen since Dave and I came to London five years ago. It's funny how I mothballed that aspect of my life after we moved, partly for lack of a place to practice but also out of ambivalence. I recognize the value of stopping, of letting the world happen around us and stepping back -- but as I've written before, I struggled with spending time on a cushion when I could be out in the sun or on the street or in the park. As long as I'm remaining somewhat mindful, it's better to be engaged, isn't it? Engaged and distracted don't have to be the same things, do they?
Anyway, dinner was fun, and I was glad to get an update on the life of the Zendo and its participants. I was also glad to get home last night and collapse into bed.
Oh, I never mentioned it, but my new passport arrived last week -- with a rather dreary-looking picture (you aren't supposed to smile anymore) and lots of nice empty pages ready to fill with stamps! So I am all set for Copenhagen at Thanksgiving.