6/1/09 Meditation, Drive, Concert

MKate just got home from this workshop that is going to help me achieve my weight loss goals.  I'm sooooo excited.  The information will improve my health but hey . . .  I'm a woman and my weight loss goals come first.  (ha ha ,  sort of)  Also she used her Christmas toy--a fab GPS.  It worked and now I want one and Rain wants one too.  We want the same kind.  

I go to Mindful Movement for meditation class.  Luke went early so that he could go to the bank after class.  It's lucky he did go ahead.  MKate got stuck in traffic and we were late.  Very.  I'd have to go myself if that happened again.  Right now,  the only people in class are Luke and MKate.  Since I didn't have surgery,  and I'm still on the cane,  I have to think of another way to build the class.  Actually it's a beautiful class and would be helpful to many people.  How to let them know?

Luke and I have lunch and go for our conversation ride.  We fight over a number of things.  We say mean things to each other.  In the end,  we compromise but ugly words have been said.  I don't know.  Sometimes in a marriage that has to happen.  It's like Baba said all those years ago.  Be angry when you're angry.  But as soon as the fire dies down move on.  Don't  hold on the the anger when it's burned itself out.

We go home in time for a snack and then off to a concert given by two of Luke's high school students.  It took place in a small church in Carmel.  We didn't have too much trouble finding it.  It was so small.  But beautiful.  The students played a great,  varied concert.  I didn't even know until he told Luke,  but Matt,  Luke's incoming Freshman ,  had a very sore hand and arm.  He was so brave that he played right through it.  I was inspired.  Kevin didn't get into Butler,  but he will a year from now.  Kevin played from his heart and soul.  Afterwards I went up to congratulate him,  I told him --work hard and you'll make your dreams come true.  And I meant it.

At home again,  Luke and I ate shrimp.  I watched . . . John and Kate Plus Eight . . . I felt sad.  it shouldn't be like this.  I think John made his mistakes but the media blew them up and now a whole sweet family is hurt.  Ikk.