Lawn Maintenance Basics

"Notice your mind working.  How it plans for the future.  Visits the past.  Notice those thoughts and set them aside.  Turn your attention to the white light, that is your breath."

Last minute Saturday night call amidst the Highballs.  Drink the Glenfiddich dry with the sparkling water.  A nice wrinkle.  Inch struggling throughout the day in the sun with the lawn and the gardening.  As a counterpoint to the thoughts that spring to mind on the walks.  Of the wastefulness of time spent moving the dirt around, and for what.

"It looks like a Kazan signal, Captain."

But, it is pointed out, haircuts, clean apartments, dressing in a collared shirt in the morning.  Perhaps. My point is in how time and effort is spent.  Recognizing, conceding, freely, that I am deeply in the minority.

"We are far from the sacred places of our grandfathers.  We are far from the bones of my people.  But I ask on this day of sorrow and uncertainty that the wisdom of my father, find me, and help me understand my dilemma.  Speak to my father, speak to me in my dreams."

Janeway wants to anticipate a trap.  You think?  Think Basics!  Heh. As Jammer's review concludes...

The question of whether or not the crew recaptures their ship is a no-brainer, which, unfortunately, makes this whole idea seem pointless. Whether or not this idea holds any water is a question to be answered in September. As they always say: "TO BE CONTINUED..."

What a way to pass the 6th Saturday night in a row in quarantine at 207.  Ha.  And now the conclusion...  11:41PM.  Time to get a final refill of the Glenfiddich bottle first.