Sunday, June 18, 2006
Processing
Sunday night and all through the house is quiet contemplation of just me. The move to Eugene, Oregon is progressing a little slower than I had hoped or planned because of the remodeling work on our Beaverton Oregon home. We are remodeling so we can get a better price for the house which is the first home that Judith and I lived in together. Judith has been in Eugene since May 1st because of her new job which she loves. It has been very difficult to be apart. After the last four years, five months, twenty days, two hours, and seven minutes we have become rather attached. Ok, that irony. I miss her so very much.
Rituals. Since Judith has been staying down in Eugene, it seems like one continous day without end. I do believe it is because Judith's nightly rituals of getting ready for bed are a signal to me to start my own nightly process. So tonight I have restarted my nightly ritual back up again and I am also adding some of the nightly activities that Judith and I do together, like taking a evening walk. That is one of my favorites. Judith is the larger part of my life.
During some reflection time this weekend I created a new philosophic idea that I am trying on for size. Passion by any other name is obsessiveness. I believe that we need to live a peaceful, calm life. Not boring, just stable. Our society values passion very highly because it usually procedes wealth, and power. And wealth, and power in our society usually equates success. I really hate that definition of success. It is ingrained in our society, even throughout history it is a common theme. Then again the only history that is reported is that which is deemed true and important by historians. I believe the daily history that every person leaves behind is far more important, and yet it is not reported. Gee, blogs can be our everyday history of the common man (yeah I know woman also). I think in many centuries ahead blogs will be studied , and the common threads of thought will be held up as the "new truth". That "new truth" will probably become a new religion. I hope not.
Pratical. Jonathan, my soon to be tweny-one year old son, took the engine apart with my guidance again and we inspected the cylinder heads. Actually, Jon took them completely apart and we verified that all the valves and valve guides were fine. Which they are. Jon drained the hydralic lifters of the oil in them. I wanted this done because one of my theories on why we still have a noise is because I pumped up the lifters before I installed them, so the valve lash adjustement is incorrect because of that. Regardless, Jon took it down to the block and even cleaned the tops of the cylinders. Put it all back together, and the both of us got it running and the timing adjusted. Still makes some noise, but it runs great. Jon will start driving it soon.
Fini. Long blog tonight for me. I walked my favorite labrynth tonight, and it always helps me think and calms me down. Labrynths are, in my humble opinion, one of the best forms of meditation. Labrynths are everywhere, including christian churchs. Universal appeal. There must be something to them. To refer back to the nightly bedtime rituals: after all these years I think I now understand why I've had problems getting to bed. So with that, I say good night and go off to my bedtime ritual.
Rituals. Since Judith has been staying down in Eugene, it seems like one continous day without end. I do believe it is because Judith's nightly rituals of getting ready for bed are a signal to me to start my own nightly process. So tonight I have restarted my nightly ritual back up again and I am also adding some of the nightly activities that Judith and I do together, like taking a evening walk. That is one of my favorites. Judith is the larger part of my life.
During some reflection time this weekend I created a new philosophic idea that I am trying on for size. Passion by any other name is obsessiveness. I believe that we need to live a peaceful, calm life. Not boring, just stable. Our society values passion very highly because it usually procedes wealth, and power. And wealth, and power in our society usually equates success. I really hate that definition of success. It is ingrained in our society, even throughout history it is a common theme. Then again the only history that is reported is that which is deemed true and important by historians. I believe the daily history that every person leaves behind is far more important, and yet it is not reported. Gee, blogs can be our everyday history of the common man (yeah I know woman also). I think in many centuries ahead blogs will be studied , and the common threads of thought will be held up as the "new truth". That "new truth" will probably become a new religion. I hope not.
Pratical. Jonathan, my soon to be tweny-one year old son, took the engine apart with my guidance again and we inspected the cylinder heads. Actually, Jon took them completely apart and we verified that all the valves and valve guides were fine. Which they are. Jon drained the hydralic lifters of the oil in them. I wanted this done because one of my theories on why we still have a noise is because I pumped up the lifters before I installed them, so the valve lash adjustement is incorrect because of that. Regardless, Jon took it down to the block and even cleaned the tops of the cylinders. Put it all back together, and the both of us got it running and the timing adjusted. Still makes some noise, but it runs great. Jon will start driving it soon.
Fini. Long blog tonight for me. I walked my favorite labrynth tonight, and it always helps me think and calms me down. Labrynths are, in my humble opinion, one of the best forms of meditation. Labrynths are everywhere, including christian churchs. Universal appeal. There must be something to them. To refer back to the nightly bedtime rituals: after all these years I think I now understand why I've had problems getting to bed. So with that, I say good night and go off to my bedtime ritual.
