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Sledgehammer

Note to self: Avoid striking own knee with 5-lb sledgehammer.

'Nuf said.

Breathe.
Evolve.
Laugh.

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Best of Zen Dinosaur

So I had this thought about how I have gone from wanting concept albums to wanting the "Best of ....." or " blank's Greatest Hits."

What's up with that?

Is it something to do with aging? Is it laziness? Frugality? All of the above?

In my life, time is a precious commodity. I like summaries. I like the "For Dummies" books because they condense an entire topic down into a manageable volume, one that any layperson has a fighting chance of understanding. I like compilations because someone else has done the dirty work to distill down a large volume of effort. And so, I suppose, I should adhere to my own standards and only publish here with the "good stuff." The "Best of Zen Dinosaur." But a little voice tells me that is somewhat contrary to blog practice (and here we find yet another blog that talks about the art of blog, by someone who doesn't even understand the art of blogging. go figger).

So I persist.

I do want to tell you about the dream I had the other night. Most of the dream was inconsequential. One of the many dreams I have about being back in college, during less hectic, less responsibility-laden times. Old hat for me, really. Many of my dreams involve water. That represents the unconscious mind, I'm told. (Well, DUH! It's in a dream!) Anyhow, this dream eventually winds up poolside where in the water I can see the outlines of a hockey rink painted on the bottom of the pool. Momentarily, the two teams shuffle past, jump into the pool and start playing. I wake up before I can contemplate this spectacle for too long.

Next day, I log onto my old SEARCH friend, Google. Lo & behold, you really can play hockey underwater, at least according to this website:

http://www.underwater-society.org/uwhockey.html.

So much for having original thoughts in my dreams.

What's my point? I guess that I can resonate with the idea of playing hockey under water. It sounds like fun, but seems to require a lot of effort. This sounds like my life, at least, sometimes. And I often find myself wanting to come up for air. I go here and there and don't really accomplish too much. Sometimes it feels like a big game. Other times, I take the big shot & score! Mostly, I splash around a lot. Wow. Yet another sports/life analogy. But not as beaten or cliche as baseball or football, I suppose.

So remember, if your life feels like playing hockey underwater, have fun splashing around, take a big shot once in a while, and remember to come up for air.

Breathe.
Evolve.
Laugh.