Daily thoughts

here we'll make post number two

grateful for:

1. my ability to connect
2. my willingness to stand for things
3. my father

looking forward:

1. 220
2. new shoes
3. miracles, particularly in my activism

The new shoes is what I am buying myself when certain other conditions are met.

And there is post two. I didn't intentionally break the other into two to keep my word. I just went to do my homework and thought I would share.

The thing is it is nice to see a lower weight on the scale, but it does not provide much of a kick. I did skip drinks at yahrzeit because I didn't want to blow my progress, but then I went out drinking yesterday.

After Shabbat seeming to have lost most of the progress I made over Shabbat, I was like maybe I'll just shoot for the 230, but now 224.8 is the new number to beat. If I am careful for another week or two… oops, I went out tonight. There was a program on a walkable and liveable city. It was pretty interesting actually. At the beginning of that, I met a couple of actors, one from New York, his buddy from here. We went out for a beer after the show. We dropped the New Yorker back at the 10:01 train and ended up at another establishment talking politics to one of our local movers and shakers.

I am so lost, or at a loss for words anyway. I was also here last night well after I should have been. I need to get back to the principles of flow, and SMART goals, nailing down my philosophy and my bhag, etc.

I had a nice time last night. I think I need to get out more. I was also in Hartford this week with the gun people, and I got some work done.

Downtown Bridgeport is apparently a high demand area. Apartments are snapped up as quickly as they are built. People retire here. I don't know how you live here without a car. I think I said that already.

I guess I find words sometimes

I take it as a matter to be proud about. I was cancelled from NextDoor. They warned me, but I was like “F 'em.” This about last week's Mizrahi event. So I suppose I shourd modify that last comment and say I should get out more with the right people. Bridgeport is not as offended by my truck as Westport is.

So maybe I'll count that post as my second for the week, or maybe I'll think of something else today.

Shabbat Shalom.

I spoke to mom. It was her birthday. She is less stressed about her pipes freezing now that the temperature has risen.

I did the tree thing. It's not academic enough for me. I might go get the license anyway. Identifying trees requires memorization. I hate memorizing stuff. I like to think, to noodle as the father of a friend of mine liked to put it.

A funny thing is I would not go out to my car to get the camera to charge the batteries, but then I realized the little calendar was there, and I did want to mark that progress. So I went out to the car, and now my camera batteries are charging as well. I don't know if I'll leave them on over Shabbat.

If I could earn what I earned this week every week, I would at least be cash flow positive, that is if I keep the spending down.

The new number to beat is 231, but that's just a temporary minimum, not yet a steady state. The trend line is correct though. I am always amazed at how much junk I eat ahead of a new low. It was like I couldn't eat enough Wednesday night, which meant I ate Wasa flats that I didn't need, and finished the carrots. It probably helped that I didn't hang out too long at the after Purim party.

Today's messages are “Arm every Iranian!!” and “keep the Sabbath” in small type above a bigger “Shabbat Shalom!”

I took out a chicken and thawed and roasted it to freshen up my soup because Miriam said something about it. I even made some conventional challot because I was unhappy with my sourdough concoction, but she didn't show up. They are eggy and high fat and just yummy. Miriam should be sad. I am calling her now to tell her. I told her.

Isaac Mizrahi is performing in Westport tomorrow night. I know this because he was on Lisa's show this week. I was thinking of going. Then I looked, and they are stacking an LGBTQ+ pride event on this. I wrote his page and asked if the gay was a feature of this show or just a circumstance of his life. I have not received an answer. I don't think I am going.

I haven't seen an answer from the law school yet either.

I didn't know what to write the Knesset this week, but I found a few paragraphs anyway. It was exhausting.

Did I mention I rowed. I did, and now I have surpassed 30,000,000 meters lifetime. It should matter, but so what. My back hurts.

My spaces are a little cleaner, and that might include my head.

Shavua Tov.

I shouldn't be up this late, but I got a second wind.

The truth is I don't know what to write. I am not even sure I want to. It's not giving me what I want, which is a dialogue. I know sometimes I share information, and you are like “I read that.” So it shows me that you did, but you never engage with an affect or a feeling or an idea. Sometimes I pour out my heart, my pain, my happy.

So my week was okay and this month will be non-negative. A client gave me an extra hundred today for making a house call. It was funny. I had quoted him $300, and was bummed I didn't quote $350. So his gesture was very appreciated. I am doing his and his wife's wills next week. I have a closing a week after that, and then I am off to you, if the airlines are flying. I expect they will be as there is no Iranian force left in the air or on the sea.

I think we should arm every Iranian. I also think we should systematically occupy Iranian nuclear facilities to just clean them out completely and then drop their mountains on top of them.

I skipped dinner last night. I skipped three kiddushes. I didn't even check if there was a second shiur. I went to drink a little at Chabbad.

I heard that there was action in Iran before the first minyan. At the end, it was decided to say a kapitel t'hillim. My response was that we shouldn't even know that something is happening, but I suppose we are not living in a completely Jewish world.

My further response was that there is nothing I could do even if I had complete knowledge. It's too late to join the army. I can't believe I am so old.

It's almost midnight. I went to sleep at like 3:45. I figured one REM cycle and I'd be off to synagogue. I went two. I woke around 6:42, took note that there were plenty of visitors at Chabbad and figured I hadn't shorted them a minyan. As I think about it now, even if I had, it would have been a past based conversation, and there is nothing I could have done about that either.

I think the little calendar is actually making a difference. I think it is in the world of what you focus on is what gets done.

It's quiet now. I probably should have shut off the noise earlier, but I watched the Daily Wire coverage on Iran, and how deranged our Democrats are about Donald Trump actually doing something about it. It is sickening.

In good news, they are replacing my holster. It is apparently under warranty, and they'll cut it so it doesn't release the magazine.

For all that I am really happy about what is happening in Iran, I immediately—or is it reflexively—feel less safe here. I really wish I had my holster now. Maybe I'll order one for the Sig in the meantime.

I just went to look and spent too much time there. It is quiet again, and I am just feeling the color of my wall and it makes me happy, calm and happy.

I am going back to bed now. I can't believe I have been up almost six hours. I need to schedule my time better. I could row. The next challenge is upon us.

In good news, I have hamburgers to look forward to. They had some short-dated ones on sale, so I bought about seven pounds worth.

I feel like there is nothing left where I am.