Anyway moving on. I talked to a cousin on the phone last night. He had offered to help me with some much needed maintenance on both my parents house and my own. However, between the cost of materials and covering his gas money to drive here from the far side of Chicago, I just can't afford to make the repairs.
Ah, I've got a couple of irons in the fire so to speak. Hopefully one of them will get hot. Either way, I will need to hit someone up for a loan soon. I'm going to wait a few more days though. If a job ...
::::::stopping to wake up and comfort a dog having what seems to have been a nightmare:::::::
Um, as I was saying, I'm going to wait to see if I have a job in the next day or two before I ask anyone for a loan -- although, I will need to ask soon.
As I think I said already, I've been rereading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintance. It's interesting rereading it and comparing my memories of the book to what I'm reading now.
The book starts out with mentioning about how the Ancient Greeks viewed time as if it were a man walking backward. We can only see where we've been not where we are going.
I've been walking backwards with my eyes shut through time. Not even paying attention to my own past much really. Or more accurately, pretending I'm not walking the path of time and trying to fool myself into thinking I'm just standing still and the past isn't increasing behind me.
Anyway, rereading the book now, I'm realizing the author at the time he wrote the book was prob. about my current age or maybe even a bit younger. For the teenager I was when I first read the book, it seemed like enlightenment itself. Now, ... well, it seems more like it was written by someone with a similar mindset to my own if a little more mechanically inclined than myself.
I still find it enjoyable to read, and it's reminding me of ideas and philosophies I still give lip service to if not actually follow. However, now that I have walked backward farther down that path called time, and the landscape of my receding past has grown. The book seems more common sense than wisdom now. It's more the observations of a fellow traveler down the road of life than some wise man imparting knowledge which it seemed to be the ... 20(??!!) years ago or so when I first read the book.
Funny how perspectives change with time. If I pick up the book again in another 20 years (if I'm lucky enough to live that long) maybe my perspective will be it's the babbling of a (relative to the future me) youth.