I'm pretty burned after what happened at the Republican National Convention. The pre-determined results are read from a teleprompter.
My father-in-law was in town this last week which meant my "study" was displaced out of the guest room. It's nice to have relatives over. You'd think I'd mind, but I don't.
It's Sunday right now. I'm in bed with my lovely wife watching Hulu. We like Alphas. Also, "Going Postal" a Terry Pratchett movie came on to Netflix. I love that series. I've read a few of the books, but haven't done much fiction reading recently.
Let's flash back to Saturday. After work my wife and I headed to the store and picked up pumpkin pie, whipped cream, bananas and a rotisserie chicken. Once home we made a miniatures Thanksgiving dinner with mashed potatoes, vegetables, and bread. Very nice. Our family life is very close-knit and we get along well together. I don't know how to describe it. When I was in my early twenties I got the idea somewhere that marriage and family was a never-ending trial, but I've found nothing like that. My kids are a never-ending delight. Even my teenage daughter (can you believe that?) is not hardly trying my patience at all.
Since I have recently been working on maintaining a positive mental attitude, constantly, and working to improve my lot in life with higher and clearer goals, life has become difficult. By trying to swing up, I sometimes swing down harder than ever before. So, this last week I was much more methodical. I don't let my mind wander when I first wake up. I control my thoughts. I let my mind dwell on good things. I do a mental "walk-through" of the day thinking of how things could go right. Not my usual, but the old fearful Shawn is gone. I walk as a conqueror through my life.
Same thing at night. As my mind winds down and the night grows dark the bogeymen come I do not let my guard down. I am careful what I watch. I am careful what I think. I don't watch dysfunctional TV. I look for things on youtube that represent things that I desire. Could be better. Also, I go to sleep with a two-hour stint of Napoleon Hill
I had a dream that I pulled into a well-tended gas station on a long journey. Inside everything was clean and shiny and in good order. Fuel, bathroom, and snacks. Everything a traveller could need. The attendant behind the counter turned to me in a crisp orange and brown uniform with a trim paper hat of those same colors. It was Napoleon Hill. He said something to me. "Whatever you can conceive and believe, you can achieve."
Friday a heavy snow fell in Utah Valley. It was thick, icy and wet. It broke branches on trees. From one day as a mild autumn to a hard sub-zero winter. The cloud cover is heavy and when the moon is behind it the whole scene is lit with a dull yellow light. At 2am it's surreal to look out the window.