sarahcentric

This will be brief since I haven’t been in my own bed for two weeks. We need some of that serious, middle of the day, Maximum Comfort action that I have been deprived of for way too long. We’re talking reading, chatting on the phone, doing the bills, folding clean laundry. All of this in a hoodie and glasses, drinking a cup of coffee precariously balanced on a book since I don’t have a breakfast-in-bed tray. Very sexy.

Just a few things so I can get back to my little love nest ASAP…

One of the other retreatants during my stay at Blue Cliff Monastery this year said, “The practice is never what you think it’s going to be.” Word. For instance, I didn’t expect to be sleeping in this dorm which was the meditation hall where I rang in 2008 just last year. I never thought I could make a lunch table of only Buddhist monastics laugh, but I killed! The most annoying event was leaving a day early due to an illness that I don’t know you all well enough to describe. My poor sister was not as lucky as you. She received text updates every 10 minutes for two hours which ended with, “You need to come get me RIGHT NOW.”

All details and holes in this story to be filled with words and pictures next week…Promise. Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. Man, that kid promise is serious business, huh?! God almighty…

Speaking of serious business, I seriously need to know what is going on with poor Henry Bemis right now! I made it home in time to catch the second best television programming stunt of the year, The New Year’s marathon of “The Twilight Zone” on SciFi. (First on the list being the 24 hour airing of “A Christmas Story”. I couldn’t even bear to write about how much I love that movie here for fear that you might think you love it just the same. You don’t..I love it more.)

I will never understand where my bizarre love/obsession with this show came from. There is the obvious shared classic television experience, but it’s so much more. I’m a sucker for Rod Serling and his Upstate NY roots. How can I not love a show where most of the episodes take place two hours from where I grew up?! Then there are all of the characters doing such awesome, old-school s–t right before the fabric of their lives unravels. Of course, the neighbor drinks a tall glass of milk while his whole street accuses him being a “monster from space”. When the Soviets drop the bomb, thank goodness there is one family at the dinner party who has a fallout shelter in the basement. Ahhhhh, my love for “The Twilight Zone” is deep and true.

But I almost wish I hadn’t made it home in time for the most depressing episode ever, “Time Enough at Last” and poor, POOR Henry Bemis! God, why can’t these people just let him read his books?! Ok sure, probably not cool to read them at work. But are you telling me that wife of his couldn’t give him an hour a night to read his modern poetry?! She is such a B! I am not exaggerating when I tell you that I almost turned the channel when Henry started sorting all of the books he finds at the library and before he BREAKS HIS GLASSES!! Ughhh, my stomach dropped just thinking about it now. What in the hell did he end up doing?! Henry can’t even see well enough to find the gun he dropped right before he found the library! Of course, I don’t want him to kill himself. But unless he found a LensCrafters two minutes later I really don’t see what other choice he had!

Ok, my bed is being all flirty and sexy right now. Resistance is futile.

I hope you all had a comfy, funny and Happy New Year. Start thinking about your resolutions because we’re having at ‘em next week. I am all for resolutions as a way to put your house in order. But please do not make yourself miserable trying to force some change, or beat yourself up if you fall off your resolution wagon. I really believe the world is on your side when your heart is in the right place, even in the crappy times when I don’t think I believe it.

Here’s my New Year’s gift to you, a comfy version of “Here Comes the Sun” by my friend Greg Alexander. Get back in your bed, eat something good and pray for Henry Bemis!