*I had an interesting conversation with a Buddhist friend today. We talked about death. I know...slightly morbid. But it was kind of cool. He's Buddhist. And a doctor. We were discussing the actual moment of passing. He asked me if I had ever seen anyone die. (I was there when my grandfather passed away.) His first death was actually in surgery. A man died on the operating table. He asked me if it had felt like something left the body when it died. I said yes. He said he doesn't believe in souls (because he is Buddhist), but the scientist in him wants to know if something actually leaves the body and how much it weighs. He wants to weigh the body both before and after death to see if there is the slightest change. Oh Oscar. Just because you can't see it, it doesn't mean it doesn't happen.
*I went on my first actual bike ride in about 15 years tonight. My bum hurts.
*I took dinner to a family in the ward tonight. They have a 4-year-old little boy. When I ran in and dropped off food, the little boy said, "are you mommy's teacher?" I said yes, but I wasn't teaching, just dropping off food this time. He said "Thank you so much for this wonderful food!" He's adorable. Bless the 4-year-olds.
*I may have maimed my roommate this evening. I tossed a piece of licorice to her and apparently threw it harder than I thought. I heard it across the room. It also left a welt and a lump on her forehead. I'm a bad person. I promise I won't throw licorice, ever again.
*I went on my first actual bike ride in about 15 years tonight. My bum hurts.
*I took dinner to a family in the ward tonight. They have a 4-year-old little boy. When I ran in and dropped off food, the little boy said, "are you mommy's teacher?" I said yes, but I wasn't teaching, just dropping off food this time. He said "Thank you so much for this wonderful food!" He's adorable. Bless the 4-year-olds.
*I may have maimed my roommate this evening. I tossed a piece of licorice to her and apparently threw it harder than I thought. I heard it across the room. It also left a welt and a lump on her forehead. I'm a bad person. I promise I won't throw licorice, ever again.
2 comments:
hehehe, you are dangerous woman with licorice!
Have you ever thought of writing a book? You should. You are fun to read and laugh with and cry with. :-)
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